Isolde's fingers stilled, the bird on her hand chirping softly as if sensing the shift in her mood. Her voice was quiet, but carried an edge of something older than irritation.
"Is that what you think? That I'm cold?"
Adam's lips curved into a faint, teasing smile. "I mean, yeah. You're always frowning. You never smile. It makes people not want to approach you."
Isolde's gaze dropped to the bird on her finger, her voice quieter now. "You're one to talk about coldness... when you're the one who put poison in my veins."
Adam shrugged, his tone light. "You started it. And I'm not that bad to you, am I?"
Isolde's pale eyes lifted to meet his, a flicker of something sharp beneath the surface. "You poisoned me. That is not exactly a gesture of kindness."
Adam's expression softened, his voice quieter now. "I offered to remove it. You said no."
