Years of pureblooded icequeen training were the only thing that kept Pansy from spilling her wine or dropping her jaw in shock. Isaac Montague getting married? There had to be more.
"Well, then, congratulations are in order," she said, raising her glass to clink it against Isaac's.
What surprised Pansy was the pang of - jealousy? - in her heart. Isaac was an old friend, who'd been there to support her since her return and respected her boundaries. Just because she'd fallen asleep in his arms the other night didn't mean anything. Apparently six months was enough for her heart to start to flutter again and she certainly didn't appreciate it taking this moment to do so.
"I'm sure there's more to the story than that, Isaac. Don't leave a woman hanging."