"Ah... The husband." Solin chuckled. "You speak so highly of him. I'm envious."
He spread his elongated arms. "What do you think of my true form? Am I handsome? Your husband may wear Fae skin, but inside he's just like me."
"Charming words coming from a Hollow."
"Deep down you know..."
Isadora flinched, but she refused to give him the satisfaction he needed. He was trying to play with her head.
Solin barked a distorted laugh, the sound dialing down to haunting chuckles before it completely stopped.
"You truly are a mystery. I wonder why I'm drawn to you."
'Drawn to me?' Isadora thought, confused.
He pointed to her. "I see a mark upon you, mannfae."
Isadora's instinct kicked in. She reached for her twin daggers, keeping her grip tightened against the handle.
"I want you." His black tongue rolled out, dropping to the ground. "With you, I can fill the void."
He stretched his hand toward Isadora—he hadn't moved an inch, yet somehow, the distance between them closed.
