It had taken longer than she would have liked to convince her new husband that meeting Issac at the aquarium was a good idea. Issac, for both of them, meant some kind of trouble. And after the last time, sometimes she had the ghost of fire that was Kennet's power haunting her. What damage could he do if he really let loose?
It wasn't often that she left the Cirque's grounds unless she was meeting a contact. She didn't have any in Detroit - there wasn't a big 'rare books and secret grimoires' business in the area. But she had found the aquarium without incident - hard not to with the way it pressed. Really, the island and the city as a whole was almost begging for her to take root and watch their secret histories. She wouldn't. She refused. And Issac wasn't exactly hard to find either, the search brief.
She stood at his feet, arms crossed in front of her mostly to hide the tattoo on her ring finger. Not that she'd be able to hide that from Issac. "Get off the floor," she sounded rather matronly but that wasn't uncommon.