Isabelle blinked at me innocently, her eyes wide, shimmering with feigned confusion. "What?"
"If you don't stop this nonsense," I said, my voice sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade, "I swear, I won't mind throwing you out — naked or not."
That made her laugh softly, a sound that grated against my nerves. To my disgust, she latched onto my hand like we were lovers, her fingers curling around mine as she pressed it against her cheek.
"Oh, Malcolm," she said, her voice dripping with mock affection, smiling up at me like this was some kind of game she was winning. "You're always so dramatic."
I yanked my hand away, the force of the motion making her stumble slightly. My voice rose without restraint, the frustration spilling over. "Get. Out."
