Isaura sighed as she made her way back to Zayden’s room. She was unsure of what to think. She took a deep breath before she entered Zayden’s room. She closed the door behind her and jumped up, crawling onto his bed. She brushed the hair from Zayden’s face and stroked cheek with her thumb. When he moved she jumped back fell to the floor in a hapless heap. She took a moment to shush herself hoping that the noise she had just made hadn’t woken Zayden up. 
After several moments she climbed back on the bed and touched her hands to his chest. She took a deep breath as her aura pressed against him. After a moment she felt his aura yield to her aura and start to intertwine with hers. In alarm, she drew her aura back in against herself to stop that from happening. She whimpered as she crawled back and away from him. That wasn’t supposed to happen. That only ever happened when, she paused and shook her head, refusing to finish that thought even in her own mind. 
Instead she moved off the bed and away from Zayden. She needed to take her mind off of what had nearly happened. So instead she closed her eyes and crossed her legs as she searched inward for the ties of the bond holding her to her master. She vaguely felt herself disconnect from her body as she explored the rope-like strands of their bond. She tried to follow the bond but was prevented from following the bond through to the end. She took a deep breath and tried to follow the bond but continued to be prevented. 
Suddenly she was sent back and forced into her body by a power much too powerful for her to resist. Her body fell to the bed with a thud and she gasped as she shot up. Isaura looked around and removed herself from the bed and Zayden’s presence as she moved to the door. She closed the door behind her as she left in search of Azazel. She supposed that now she really did have something to tell him.