She bit down on her lip so hard, her teeth almost drew blood, but choking the scream was worth that pain.
Arabella stood by the balcony stairs, ready to scamper up as soon as the gaping wound in her hand was closed shut.
Her eyes remained on the ever growing pool of her own blood down by her feet. She made sure not to get a single drop on herself, but as the edges of the world started blurring, getting sloppy at it turned inevitable.
With frantic swipes, she cleaned the dagger then sheathed it before quickly putting her lips to the vial that contained Silas' blood.
As per its usual, one tiny sip was enough for the miracle to unfold.
Her gaze was soldered on the regenerating cells that grew one after the other, connecting with each other to reconstruct the perfect barrier that once stood there.
She immediately took off, running up the stairs the moment her palm was completely healed.
Her destination? The first floor balcony door that led outside the ballroom.
