As it was typical for Arabella, she set aside the dirty dinner dishes while the untouched ones were left on a different side.
Heart threatening to sink, it merely hung in place by a thin thread as her mind swarmed with thoughts and questions pertaining to her near future visit to Silas.
Lady Persephone had assured her that her body could withstand feeding twice a week, but could it handle more than that? Though what say did she truly have in the matter? Was refusing even an option available to her?
That night, Arabella waited for no one to escort her and instead walked there on her own. Her knees seemed to carry her weight better than the first time she'd ventured towards Silas' room while the swaying shadows upon every surface no longer conveyed warnings of doom.
