"I see you're well informed on the matter," Silas turned towards the shelves to their side and walked along their line.
Arabella cleared her throat once more, "The Lady hasn't exactly been subtle when asking and Edgar explained…," the words died in her throat the moment his glare snapped onto her.
Perhaps it was unwise of her to bring Edgar's name up in the conversation considering his latest reaction.
Though luckily, his expression softened, "What did Edgar explain?" he asked, his voice not as cold as Arabella thought it'd be.
"Well, he told me about the ability that vampires have," her eyes followed his figure, as his fingers faintly brushed over the spines of books he ambled by, "The one to put their prey… Blood provider!" she immediately corrected herself, "Under a certain sort of illusion to prevent them from feeling any physical pain,"
