Seed of Doubt

Dante stared at his wife as though he had just heard something utterly incomprehensible. His brows furrowed deeply. His jaw tightened.

"Isolde." Dante's voice was low, careful. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't pretend you don't understand."

"I don't understand." Dante stepped one pace forward, the pistol now fully lowered though not holstered. "Explain clearly. What do you mean by accusing me