One by one, the flames on the chandelier candles were extinguishing for natural light to gradually take over.
Silas said nothing and simply walked along the hallway while Arabella followed in his steps, clutching at her stomach as though it hung in place by nothing but a thin thread.
To drown out the deafening screechings in her own head, she resorted to focusing on the distant voices of the daytime staff who'd usually gather in the kitchens before starting their shifts every day.
They glided along the walls as whispers at times and mutters at others, barely intelligible but they sure had the merit of keeping her mind occupied since her other alternative was to… Stare at Silas' back.
The vampire finally halted in front of a specific door on the ground floor. Arabella immediately noted it was the same one they'd used to reach the trophy room the last time he'd invited her to follow him.
