At this point, I don't even need the Ink of Yearning anymore, Elion thought wryly.
The problem was that Isolde kept avoiding him.
As soon as he approached her, she ran away every time, as if afraid of what might happen if she didn't.
Elion exhaled softly and looked forward again.
He just needed an opportunity. A moment where she couldn't immediately flee, where they could actually talk instead of dancing around each other like this.
Cornering her sounds cruel, he admitted to himself, but I just need her to stop running for once.
Unfortunately, judging by Lyra's murderous stare, that was going to be easier said than done. First of all, he needed someone to draw away the fierce cat beside her.
And assuming he used the ink of yearning on her, he was almost a hundred percent confident that she would steer clear of him even more, so he was walking a tight rope right now.
A warm pressure tugged at his hand.
Actually, I know just the person to distract Lyra...
