In a flash, he was no longer at my side. “Candice! What happened?” he asked, alarm in his voice as he rushed toward her.
She gave him a sweet, knowing smile, her eyes flicking briefly to me. “I twisted my ankle. Such a coincidence, bumping into you two. Here for a check-up too?”
Isaac paused, glancing back at me as though remembering I was still there. There was a flicker of guilt in his eyes—barely visible but impossible for me to miss.
“Yeah. Brought my ‘little sister’ in. She wasn’t feeling well last night,” he explained, his voice suddenly cool.
I didn’t flinch. There was no reason to. He’d introduced me that way before—plenty of times. I had long since learned to live with the label. From the day he refused to reveal our bond, I had become the invisible girl in the background, the sibling of a friend he was doing a favor for.
Only a few in his inner circle knew the truth.
Candice nodded politely. “Since she’s staying at your place, it’s only right you take care of her.” Then she motioned toward another building. “Well, I better get going. My healer’s over there.”