The drumming in her chest reverberated towards multiple parts in Arabella's body, namely in the young woman's throat where it was the most felt, clogging her winpipes and by the same occasion the words from flowing out.
"Why would you think Edgar has done something wrong?" the narrowing of his eyes did not help her state one bit.
No answer came through for Arabella still failed to grasp the reason Silas brought Edgar up in the first place.
Did the vampire perhaps think that Edgar broke a rule he wasn't supposed to? Otherwise, why would the gardener be mentioned in such a conversation at all?
Even the light tea that had successfully reached her stomach threatened to ascend back from whence it descended.
Churning feverishly among her guts until the temperature of her entire body began to rise, initially earning her face a pinkish shade that quickly shifted to a scarlet red.
