Isolde laughed a wickedly naughty laugh.<br/><br/>"Our power combined. Not many can stand against us."  She commented as Malachai sipped his drink. He was relaxing in his over sized leather chair but gestured Isolde to join him. Perching on his lap, Isolde had never felt so at home. She ran her fingers through his shaggy black hair and asked,<br/><br/>"Darling, did you ever think about wearing a diamond stud in your ear?"