She’d always come across as a confident woman, never afraid to look anyone in the eye. But in an instant she’d become something else. He wouldn’t have exactly called her timid but whenever he spoke to her she seemed nervous about something and refused to meet his gaze. He was almost certain it had something to do with the conversation she’d had with Paris. Whenever he’d ask Isis or Paris, neither would tell him and it frustrated him. Only a short time ago, he and Isis had made a pact to be more open with one another so he didn’t understand what gave.Isis didn’t take the seat next to his on the plane. Instead, she stretched out on the couch and closed her eyes. To look at her now, one would think she was asleep, but he could tell she wasn’t by the way she’d tense whenever he shifted in his seat. Her full lips drooped into a frown and her hands trembled just enough for him to take notice. Once they arrived at their destination, there would be little time to talk. Needing answers, Dante closed his eyes and attempted to link his mind to hers.She didn’t answer immediately and for a moment, he didn’t think she would.“I know you’re awake.”
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