a perfect soul

”To yourself,” Isla repeats, hands linking before her once Remi takes the boy. ”Ever utter a word about this once our deal is made, and he will be entirely unmade.” She smiles sweetly at Mateo. ”I am not doing this to hurt Safrin, sweetling. Otherwise I’d have paid your Star a visit myself. No, I do this so that you know the flavour of the things that go on while you live your life and sail your boats and languish in your hot springs. Your husband is not my problem. You are.” Lifting her gaze back to Remi, she tilts her head. ”So what’s it going to be?” LUDO she's still here if you believe it hard enough