Arabella's heart pounded her chest. Not necessarily out of fear but the acceleration of her movement made it hard to regulate her breathing. She, who never was a very physically active woman.
Leaping out of the bath and storming forward the way she did earned her the blood rush burning her lungs.
Silas glared at the deeds for a considerable amount of time, but something was amiss in his gaze.
The way he had cleared his throat to speak did not help with that impression either.
When a good minute had passed, the cold started gnawing at her wet skin, very sheepishly at first before growing unbearable.
That was when the full realization that she was completely exposed struck. Hastily, her hand extended for her fingers to curl around the fabric of the bathrobe.
In a flash, Arabella threw it around and over her shoulders for protection.
