"You… what do you want from me?"
Lugh asked, his voice low and controlled, but his gaze pierced her like a dagger.
She chuckled softly, then looked up at him with a strange light in her eyes.
"I don't want anything from you."
Silence. Then—
"All I want is for you to remain exactly the way you are."
Lugh blinked.
"You… want me to stay the way I am?"
"Yes"
She replied, her voice tinged with something unhinged, the smile on her lips had grown too wide to be sane.
"Don't escape. Don't change. Stay here… with me."
Nope. That wasn't the answer he'd been looking for. There had to be something else. Something he was missing.
"Madame"
A voice called out, calm and measured.
Isolde's expression slipped back into a composed mask as she turned her head.
A woman had materialized at the edge of the cell, silent and motionless, like a wraith in a maid's form.
