On the plate, lay a rich and large piece of raw meat steak. Much like the shade of the porcelain, her dress was white and trailed behind her every step.
"I hear we've got a guest," the smile on her was warm, a lot warmer than her usual.
Considering the vampiress was awake and on her feet, Arabella rightfully assumed that the sun had sunken behind the hills.
The poor boy's state did not improve one bit since the entrance of Persephone within his line of sight.
On the contrary, he pressed himself harder against the wall as though hoping against all hope it'd open and allow him an escape.
But it didn't and his growls completely shifted into squealing.
Those weeps that resembled a puppy's cries devastated Arabella who still understood none of the reasons that fueled his reaction.
"What is happening with him? Why is he so frightened to see you, my Lady?"
