Isabella had expected that.
Actually, with the way his face looked, she could not even argue too hard. If she said no completely, he would probably pick her up and carry her away before she finished breathing.
So she quickly said, "Fine. Come with me."
Kian looked slightly less murderous.
Then Isabella added, "But you will stay outside."
His face went cold again.
"No."
"Kian."
"No."
"If you stand inside, she may not speak properly."
"I do not care if she speaks."
"I do," Isabella said, and this time her voice became more serious. "I need to hear what she says. I need to see how she lies. People always show more when they think they have a chance."
Kian stared at her.
The hall was quiet around them, and the snowlight from outside fell faintly over his white hair. He looked like a carved beast god in that moment, too handsome, too stern, and much too difficult.
Isabella held his gaze and refused to look away.
