At Marek's sudden pause, Logi wondered why. He looked behind him, and his face drained of color. "Isadora."
Isadora pulled down her veil, stepping into the light. Her amber eyes moved between the two men.
The silence was prolonged with no one attempting to speak or dispel the tension.
"So this is what got your mind blurred," she voiced, her tone slicing through the air. "I was hoping it was your disagreement with the plan. I never thought about something like this."
"It's not what it looks like."
She folded her arms. "Maybe." She nodded in understanding before tipping her head to the side. "Maybe not."
Logi's pulse raced as the anxiety seized him. The last thing he wanted was for Isadora to suspect him.
If only he had come forward with this and not left her in the dark.
"You're that Fang." Marek studied her face but mostly her eyes, with a bloodthirsty glare. "She's a ravenite, isn't she? She's with you?"
