(Isla)
He did not move.
That was the first thing I noticed after the initial shock of the light and the size of him settled enough for me to think at all. He was standing in the doorway and he was not moving, not coming in, not reaching for me, not doing anything except looking at me with those dark eyes that I could not read no matter how hard I tried.
I had been looked at in this shack before. Rodan looked at me the way someone looked at something they owned and were satisfied with the condition of. Maren looked at me the way someone looked at something they found unpleasant but useful. My father looked at me when he had to and stopped as quickly as he could. Brent looked at me when he wanted to remind himself that there was someone below him.
This man was not looking at me any of th
