"'cept Isolde." Marcus looked up to watch Isaac, his expression shuttered. "Won't lie to her. Figure she ought to know if I'm being fucked by strangers or you." They'd hid it before, but he'd known Isolde knew long before she made it plain to both of them. He didn't want to go back to that. "She's not going to talk about it."
The rest of it--fine. He knew bloody well that this was just going to drive him to madness. He needed more than he could have; he ought to just fucking well break it off completely and go on with life. But he was holding on to this one small thing and he wasn't going to give it up. "C'mere then."