Yeshua

The room was dim, illuminated only by a small lamp on the table and the pale moonlight slipping through the curtains. Jade sat curled up on the couch, quietly reading her book. One leg was tucked beneath her, and her hair fell over her shoulder as she turned another page. Yeshua sat beside her. His golden eyes had been fixed on her for quite some time. He wasn't paying attention to the book. He was thinking about Locket. The glass mannequin with the long, pointed claws. The unnatural shape of its body. That horribly distorted mouth, stretched into something that could hardly be called a smile. Yeshua's ears twitched. He remembered the way Locket stood perfectly still whenever someone looked directly at it. And the way it seemed to be somewhere else whenever they looked away. His expression darkened. Jade turned another page. Yeshua's eyes narrowed. Really? She was more interested in that book than in him. Slowly, he leaned toward her. Nothing. Jade continued reading. One of his ears flicked irritably. Then, without warning, Yeshua reached over and took the book straight out of her hands. Jade's fingers remained suspended in the air for a moment. She blinked. Yeshua placed the book on the far end of the table, well beyond her immediate reach. Then he turned back toward her. Jade stared at him. He stared back. His golden eyes caught the lamplight, gleaming strangely in the shadows. His expression was unreadable, but there was something almost offended in the way his eyebrows lowered