Isolde's voice dropped, barely above a whisper, her pale eyes fixed on the stone floor between them. "You should promise me… that you'll help me get revenge."
Adam's expression didn't change. "Of course. I already told you I would. I don't break promises."
Isolde's shoulders sagged slightly, but the tension didn't leave her frame. She was quiet for a moment, her fingers still curled into the fabric of her cloak, before Adam's brow furrowed.
"Wait." His crimson eyes sharpened, studying her face. "You thought I was going to let you go once I removed the poison?"
Isolde's throat bobbed. Her gaze shifted away, unable to meet his.
"Yes.. something like that."
