“You’re the human I’ve heard so much about,” Isabelle said, voice like chimes dancing on a breeze, stepping forward with feline grace. Her smile was small but sharp, teasing, almost conspiratorial. “I’m Isabelle Lightwood. And you… you’re looking far too serious for someone meeting vampires for the first time.” “Relax,” Isabelle interrupted, tilting her head in that impossible way that made her look both childlike and impossibly confident. “I promise I won’t bite… unless you’re really boring.” She let the last word hang, playful, teasing, the sparkle in her golden eyes daring Daisy to react. Isabelle stepped closer, each movement light and measured, almost as if she were floating rather than walking. “Here,” Isabelle said softly, her silvery voice dropping an octave lower, just enough to make it intimate without losing its musical quality. She extended a hand, delicate but steady, and lightly brushed her fingers over Daisy’s shoulder. The contact was brief, gentle—warm against the cool tension in the room.“See? Not so scary,” Isabelle added, tilting her head and letting a teasing smile tug at the corners of her lips. Her golden eyes danced with mischief, watching Daisy’s reaction as if it were the most entertaining thing in the world. “Don’t worry,” she murmured, her hand lingering an instant longer before dropping gracefully to her side. “You’re safe here… with me. Mostly.”