Love is not a crime.

Not another word, not another murmur, the room remained quiet as Isabelle walked through the hall with this stranger. She glanced up at him but his gaze remained straight so she stared forward once more and said nothing eventually she saw where he was headed and her heart skipped a beat. The way Giselle's arm tightened around Asher she didn't know why but she felt odd, she really remains constant through her lifetimes, doesn't she?