She had kept herself so still, so silent, though her heart pumped rapidly in her chest, blood pounding in her ears.  She held the blade steady, fingers gripped firmly around the hilt of the blade, leaving the blade itself to be horizontal with her forearm.  She heard the name Nehmahati being called softly a second before she heard a rapping at the window.<br/><br/>The sound itself made her nearly jump out of her skin, as she hadn't expected the sound to come from her bedroom window.  Her eyes darted to the glass and widened slightly as a strange man stood there in the frame of her window, staring at her intently, asking her to let him in.  There was something about his eyes, about the sound of his voice that sounded ever so familiar, yet she knew she herself had never laid eyes upon him.<br/><br/>Was he one of Ellon's lackies?  No...she somehow knew this without a shadow of a doubt.  For one, he did not have Ellon's scent.  But the other reason....well it was her instincts that told her otherwise.  Though it was the very same instincts that made her feel drawn to him, made her want to follow his every word, his every instruction.<br/><br/>What the hell was wrong with her?  She shook her head as if to shake her thoughts and she frowned softly, confusion fluttering over her expression.  There was a strange man standing at her bedroom window and she was feeling drawn to him?  Had she absolutely lost her mind?<br/><br/>She gave herself a strong mental shake and shoved herself away from the wall, her movements careful, guarded.  Her eyes never left the man's frame.  She kept the blade close to her as she drew closer to the window.  "Who are you?  Why the hell are you at my window?" She asked, her voice cold and even.  She had to fight her own instincts just to keep a level head.  Who was this man?  Why did the very look and sound of him cause her to act against her normal instincts?