Silas had ordered Ada out of the room to have a moment with Arabella, and she'd already complied.
Sharp and clear her eyes were. Like true gemstones they glowed. No haziness murking the life in them, no veil nor Mirrari in sight.
As intrigued as he remained about the phenomenon, the vampire shoved the question to the back of his mind where it belonged for that time being.
By then, the young woman was already on her feet, facing him, irises flickering around, landing on everything that wasn't him.
She kept her tongue still in her mouth, but her heart spoke much louder than any other sound surrounding them.
"A messenger brought this letter a moment ago,"
Arabella hadn't yet explored its contents, but there really wasn't any need for her to in order to recognize the sender.
The family crest on the broken seal froze the blood in her veins that instant. The sense of dread that befell her seemed to work hand in hand with gravity, dragging each and every organ in her downward.
