Severin dragged Isolde through the medical room, where Malric was about to enter, but stopped when he saw Severin pulling Isolde along. Isolde could see Malric staring at Severin as they passed, a gaze she couldn't comprehend. His expression seemed like a warning, and though faint, Isolde could hear Severin cursing, though she wasn't sure if it was directed at her or Malric, whom they had just passed.
"Fuck!"
The elevator doors opened, and Severin pushed Isolde inside until her back hit the wall. Severin again claimed her swollen lips as the elevator carried them upward, leaving the underground area.
Severin's hands moved from her waist to her hips, lifting her body. Isolde tightened her arms around his neck and shoulders in response.
Between kisses, Isolde could feel Severin growling as her hand accidentally pressed against the bullet wound scar on his shoulder.
