Isibel shrinks into herself. She doesn't want to Bond. She doesn't want unfathomable power housed in a mind too terrified and trapped in unrelenting scrutiny to use it. Others handle it. She couldn't. She'd wind up disintegrating, if not physically then as a person, driving her dragon mad with unremitting mental screams. She firmly crosses out the line between doodle-her and the demon's Bondmate.