She had a serious look about her, her brow drawn down into a frown of concentration. She must have caught the ripple of Isaac's entry in her peripheral vision because she looked up just as his other foot landed on her floor. He was immediately enthralled with the image of her sitting there: her legs bent at the knee, her feet peeking out from under the hem of her long nightgown, her hair looking much like waves of molten gold in the dim lamplight. Isaac was caught off guard by the look on her face, however. As he stepped through and she looked up at him, her studious look shifted to one of fear. Her eyes went from narrow slits to wide, round orbs of white and blue. The muscles at her throat twitched as she swallowed, and he could tell she had stopped breathing momentarily. Suddenly, before he could move another step closer, she swung her legs off of the bed and ran for the window. He watched only for a few seconds, as stunned at her behavior as she apparently was at his appearance. Her lips seemed to want to shape out words and her chest hitched trying to take in air, but she said nothing.
