Amazed, Isaria released him, stepping back and regarding him with cold, disapproving eyes. So she had made a mistake. He would not be suitable for her after all. “Then…you are free to go.” She smiled but it was cool and thin lipped and did not quite reach her eyes. “But this is a new world, one that you won’t understand and I fear that you will not make it alone. You<span style="font-style: italic">will</span>need to feed eventually and without my help you will only kill and it will be messy.” She heaved a sigh, running through her hair, disappointed and impatient. This was not going the way it was supposed to. Usually her beauty was enough to have them in the palm of her hand but not this one, apparently.<br/><br/>Sitting down on the edge of her lavish bed she began to peel off her gloves, watching what she was doing before leaning down, straining against the bodice of her dress, to remove her shoes. Looking up at him from beneath long, sooty eyelashes she frowned. “Why are you still here? You have made your disdain for myself and my lifestyle very clear.”<br/><br/>Isaria stepped out of her shoes and reached back to unzip her dress, shimming out of it and walking towards her gigantic chest of drawers and pulling them out to select her nightdress. She was incredibly frustrated with the entire situation. She had intended to be gentle with him for the first night and had thought she was being but he was a flighty little thing. It could not be helped. Let him go then. She was not desperate for company, there were plenty of servants at her disposal and men like Zen were easy to come by. He had mistaken her claiming and changing of him as affection? She stifled a laugh and slipped into her nightdress. Romance? No, no, no. It had been a very long time since Isaria had experienced, or rather allowed herself to experience, anything akin to romance. Men were dangerous creatures and the heart was a silly, fragile little thing. Love was not something she would ever get entangled in.