Snippet #2200982

Isabella instinctively pulled her arm out of his grasp, though she didn't mean it offensively as much as in caution. Her eyes searched his, as if looking for an answer, but she nodded in realizing there would be no such thing. Whatever he and Selene were up to was their own business, and although she was curious - however frightened she may be of the boy - she allowed this incident to slip past. Then she cast her golden eyes to the ground and turned to walk away.

"I won't tell anyone," she began, then paused for effect. She seemed to be thinking, and turned to look over her shoulder at him. "But you have to tell me why you're so heavily armed. What could possibly be so threatening that you need an entire arsenal to feel safe? Nothing ever happens in Sable."

She was about to walk away, but another thought popped into her head. She furrowed her brows and frowned pensively. Dean was preparing for what seemed like an attack, after speaking with the mysterious new girl. What could she have told him that made him so defensive and uptight? She ran a hand through her ebony locks, her mind still reeling and adrenaline still pumping through her veins. Her trembling began to steady itself though, and at the sight of the watchful crow, she felt considerably more safe.

"I don't even know your name," she continued, chuckling in her uneasiness. She glanced back up at the bird and sighed.