If she hadn’t stepped out into the night, it never would have happened.
Isabel had wanted to experience some of the storm’s power for herself, to feel the rain and wind on her skin. She knew it would be easy for her to slip outside, just for a minute.
Just for a minute.
She didn’t expect to see him.
He was darting between the trees like a hunted fox, coming nearer and nearer to the hall. Isabel should have gone inside to get somebody; instead, she hid and waited, waiting for him to get close enough.
“What are you doing out here? Aren’t you going to come inside? It’s warm and there’s food.”
Then she saw the tattoo. It was lucky for him that she was the only one who did.
“If you say anything…”
“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t. Are you coming in?”
She didn’t think anything of the meeting; if it hadn’t been the first time she’d actually met a Changer, it would have been forgotten in a week.
She had no idea who he was, or why he was staring at her like that. But there was something very familiar about his eyes.