Isabella's fingers lingered on Kian's hand for a moment longer than necessary, but then she quickly dropped it, her smile widening like she hadn't just caused a small storm in his chest. With a quick, dramatic twirl, she turned toward him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Kian, darling, I'm going to need another hut for my dear brother Cyrus," she said with an exaggerated flourish. "You can't possibly expect him to stay in that one," she said with a tilt of her head, her eyes batting in an exaggerated way that would have made anyone else think she was just being playful. But there was something in the way she said it that left no room for disagreement.
Kian, the ever-cold and detached figure, was quick to recover. He had always been skilled at shutting down his emotions. He met her gaze with that same unreadable expression, his icy demeanor undisturbed by the warmth of her touch just moments before.
