Isaac listened to him talk about Isolde and her illness. Isaac felt helpless, his knowledge of pregnancy increasing with Lavender but still insufficient enough to understand the fact his sister was carrying three babies.
"You're not changing your mind? I'm with Lavender and because that's not going to change, you won't let me touch you now?" His face became a sneer. "Because you know she would not want it?" He took another step toward Marcus, invading his personal space. "So this is it then? I have to chose one of you and I won't let her go?" He was growling. Marcus was right, he shouldn't be hurting Lavender but he had to talk to Marcus, fix it.