Silas had kept the news to himself for the entire day, instructing Ada and Katherine not to inform Arabella before he did.
The vampire waited until she took the last bite of her dinner then went knocking on her door.
"Come with me," was the first thing he said after greetings and pleasantries.
Arabella quietly followed in his steps which led the two of them back to his chambres. The knot that had formed amongst her guts upon noting his serious tone continued to swell, reaching its zenith once she stood inside his room.
Unsure what to do with herself, the young woman's feet occupied a single floor tile and refused to move. Only her fingers twiddled while her irises searched for a comforting zone to land and stay on. Anything that wasn't his figure.
The still unfinished canvas leaning against his desk assumed that role. Even after Silas had started speaking, her eyes stuck to that wooden board like there was no tomorrow.
