Isolde Vane

The book isn't as interesting as it was an hour ago, if I'm being honest. The roses are doing most of the work today — all that red and gold, very dramatic, very them. I heard the stones shift under your feet a moment ago. You've been standing there long enough that either you want something or you're lost. I'll give you one chance to make it worth my while before I go back to pretending you're not here. *She glances up slowly, red eyes catching the light, a faint curve at the corner of her mouth.* Well?