Re: Prologue - Isabella Frost
She shakes her head again. "I think I'm having a harder time believing that than the vampire thing." She sounds flattered and confused at the same time and maybe more nervous about that admission than when he showed her his fangs. She huffs out a breath and tips her gaze up for the moment. He hears her taking in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She carefully takes a seat on the bench again, minding the portrait, and not sitting as close as she was before, but still close enough to reach over and lay a hand on top of one of his own.
"You deserve to have me be honest with you, too. I meant what I said, about your portrait of me. And I think you are very sweet. I don't know, right now, if I'm in love with you, too, but I trust you and I believe you. You asked me, three times, not to run away, and here I am. So, what happens now?"