"Enough, Azrael! I don't want to hear another word, especially if it involves that infernal mate bond! I've made it abundantly clear—I refuse any association with vampires of any kind!" Isolde's frustration reverberated in her raised voice, though gradually, she felt a sense of calm wash over her.
Azrael halted, his eyes widening in response to Isolde's vehement rejection. The atmosphere thickened as she sensed the heat intensifying, causing a dizzying effect. Succumbing to the overwhelming sensation, she crouched to the ground, pressing her hands against her head and shutting her eyes tightly, the heat enveloping her.
Witnessing Isolde's reaction, Azrael stared in quiet contemplation, choosing not to press further. Eventually, overcoming the silent interlude, he decided to broach the subject once more, his words a gentle breeze. "Isolde, can you not fathom the depth of emotions I harbor for you?"
