Isach nodded.
"You realize she'll never know, right? She has no idea vampires or witches exist. She doesn't know I'm in any danger."
"I'll know," he said, pinning me with a hard stare. "I told you I was tired of all this, and I meant it. I don't want to be a pawn in this stupid feud anymore."
Raw honesty dripped from his every word, and for the first time ever, I didn't question his truthfulness.
"What do you want, then?" I asked, though I really didn't have to. I already knew his answer.
"Abby."
I sucked in a sharp breath and rubbed my sweaty palms on my thighs. "Do you love her?"
"If given the chance. . . yes, I could love her," he said.
Time to make a deal with the devil.
"What if I offered to talk to her for you? Not about anything from the past, just that you like her." My voice shook with the weight of what I was doing.