The touch was light, but Cyrus stopped at once. His eyes moved from Osiris to her hand, then slowly to her face. Isabella looked at him with a serious expression, and although she did not say anything immediately, her meaning was clear enough.
Behave.
Cyrus inhaled slowly through his nose.
His fingers, which had been tightening against the fur beside her, loosened little by little.
Osiris saw that he had been saved for the moment, so his courage returned in the smallest and most foolish way. He cleared his throat and said quickly, "If I promise to behave from now on, I think I should be spared. Kian was the one who repeated it loudly, and Luca was the one who told Shelia and Ophelia."
Luca immediately turned to him with an offended face. "Do not drag me into this. I only answered because they asked."
"You still answered, did you not" Osiris said.
"You looked guilty while walking past them," Luca replied at once. "Anybody with eyes would ask."
