The more she interacted with Caspian, the more familiar he seemed to Brittany. It was as though deep marks had been etched into their lives, binding them together before they even realized it. Isaac set his spoon down, his gaze profound and shadowed. "Yes."
Brittany clutched his sleeve, a hint of desperation in her voice. "Then what are we to each other?"
"What do you think?"
Isaac glanced around. "Don't you feel that this house, its decoration, or even the style, seems familiar?"
Brittany swallowed hard, struggling for words. "I...I do."
It was odd. Despite her scarce interactions with Caspian, seeing him always gave her the impression he was the one she had been searching for.
She licked her lips, tentatively asking, "Are we... lovers?"
Isaac remained silent.
"Married?"
"But, I've seen pictures, you're not Isaac-"
Brittany faltered.
Isaac opened his mouth to respond when suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted her train of thought.
Isaac swiftly got up, pressing his hand against the back of his hand, and pulled out the IV needle, closing the door firmly. "If I don't permit you to leave, you stay put." Realizing the gravity of the situation, Brittany nodded in understanding.
Isaac opened the door to replace one of Elijah's men.
"Mr. Salter, what seems to be the problem?"
"Stomach issues," Isaac replied, his movement to remove the needle was brisk, causing blood to trail down his hand.
The man didn't seem to doubt his words. "Mr. Ulbricht suggests you rest well and postpone any meetings for three days."
After hearing the visitor leave, Brittany emerged from the bedroom.
Her gaze landed on the sunflowers on the balcony, triggering a throbbing pain in her head, yet she couldn't recall any details about him.
Seeing her change in complexion, Isaac quickly approached, concerned. "What's wrong?"
"My head hurts."
He gently picked her up, placing her back on the bed, massaging her temples. "Why the pain?"
"I don't know. Seeing those sunflowers made me think of the past..." Brittany's voice faltered under the pain.
"Then stop thinking about it."
Isaac comforted her. "It's okay not to remember."
Brittany leaned against the headboard, trying to calm herself, then after a while, she grabbed Isaac's hand. "You haven't answered my question." She needed to know the nature of their relationship.
Isaac pulled her hand to his face. "If you want answers, you'll have to replace them yourself."
Brittany felt the coldness of his skin as she traced her fingers over his features, suddenly noticing something odd behind his ear.
Leaning forward, she scrutinized it closely, realizing it was a layer of disguise.
"You-"
Isaac held her down, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. "Now do you understand?"
Brittany was in disbelief. "You...you...you..."
"I told you, I'm taken." Isaac whispered against her earlobe. "But my wife seems to have forgotten me, even took the kids and left."
Brittany trembled. "You're Isaac?"
He was alive!
And had returned to Craneville with a new face!
"Yes, it's me." Isaac's kiss was urgent, devoid of his usual finesse, replaced by a raw excitement.
The kiss was rough, and when his teeth accidentally caught her lip, the taste of blood mingled with their breaths, causing Brittany pain yet offering no retreat. "Isaac, it hurts."
She couldn't bear it any longer.
After what felt like an eternity, Isaac finally pulled away, his lips stained with blood, adding a wild charm to his features.
Their faces, so different moments ago, seemed to merge together.
Brittany felt her heart filled with an overwhelming sweetness, sticky and intense.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
She had even felt guilty before, considering going on dates.
Isaac caressed her face softly. "My identity must remain a secret for now."
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