Nora froze, stunned in place, confused beyond words. Just a moment ago, Arabella had been burning with fever, barely breathing, and was teetering on the edge of death. Her face was Pale and she was too weak to even move her fingers.
So how is it in the blink of an eye had she suddenly awakened?
And not just awakened. She had moved despite being unconscious earlier. Arabella's hand had shot up with eerie precision, catching Nora's wrist mid swing so effortlessly as though her arm were nothing more than a brittle twig.
The strength behind Arabella's grip didn't make sense. But what made even more sense was how in Arabella's green eyes that had turned hollow there was no hesitation, no grogginess, and no pain. What was left in her was nothing but a quiet fury and an eerie control.
