Chapter 57 – Last Born of the Desdemona
"The Last Born of the Desdemona."
The words out of Maxim's mouth were like a sword thrust straight into Isolde's heart, nearly sending her a step backward in complete shock.
If not for the mask hiding her face entirely, Maxim would have understood immediately that something was deeply wrong.
But he didn't.
And Isolde was experienced enough to seize back her composure at once, parting her lips and making sure what came out was words and not a rasp of disbelief.
"How?" Her voice came out colder than she intended. "How do you know it was him and not someone else?"
She took one threatening step forward. Even without seeing her eyes, Maxim could sense the anger pouring from Lady Olympias, anger that perturbed his perception and made his head tilt involuntarily.
Her throat tightened with dread knotted with worry.
