Esme's eyes glimmered with anger. She tried to restrain her anger, clenching to her fists to prevent her own anger from escaping but in the end they both are well aware of how much truth was in Arabella's words and anger scourge to her face into bitterness.
"And should you know that his heart won't have a place for you either," Esme muttered, perhaps thinking that she was also vying for Morpheus's attention when in truth she cared not. "How unfortunate if you think that by removing all the women around him, you would finally have a spot in his heart."
Arabella chuckled, looked away before looking back at Esme. "Then why are you so afraid Esme? If as you say I will never have a place in his heart, what have made you so afraid? Afraid that his heart will move for me? Or afraid to face the truth that he can open his heart to anyone but you?"
Startled, Esme seemed as if she had dropped her heart. Her eyes had widened in shock while her mouth parted in a gape.
