There was no denying that Mr. MacDonald cared greatly for her and that she returned the emotion. It was a difficult decision she had to make, one that would have to be made very soon. He hated to press her, but he wanted to return to Drahcir as soon as possible. “Isabelle?” Her gaze snapped to him. “Everything is all right. I told him I needed some time to think.” She hadn’t wanted to lie to the old man, so she managed to work it where she hadn't needed to. “How much time do you need?” “How much time do I have?” Lucian stepped away from Elad and walked to Isabelle. He could remain with her for a few months before he had to head back to Drahcir, but he feared if he stayed she would never leave with him. It wasn’t just getting to Drahcir on time. There were other threats, threats he’d do whatever he could to avoid. “I’ll give you two days.” “Two days?” she repeated, her brow furrowed in exasperation. “How can you expect me to decide such a monumental decision in so short a time?”
