Isla Doesn't Approve

*Isaac*

I watch her leave my office, taking note of the way she moves, the way her long red hair nearly touches her waist as it sways. She looks at me over her shoulder before slipping out of the room, and those stormy blue eyes settle on mine.

She is familiar. But is she really the young woman I danced with at the ball all those years ago?

If so, maybe this is a gift from the Goddess in lieu of allowing me to find my true mate. But that spark isn’t there behind her eyes anymore. That coy smile doesn’t tilt at the edges or reach her eyes.

Madeline. That’s her name, and I believe her.

I let out my breath and sink into the chair behind my desk, running a hand over my face before reaching for my phone.

Cassian is correct in that I need to woo her. If we’re ever going to have s*x witho……