Meanwhile, Julie's expression was something else entirely.
It was a kaleidoscope of rapidly changing emotions, her angelic face showing flashes of anger, irritation, and then a profound, almost desperate longing.
If only Arthur knew her internal thoughts.
"That bitch mocked my darling! I might as well kill him!" Julie's inner voice screamed, referring to James Ravenstein's comment.
"Calm down, Raphael, calm down!" A small, shimmering green spirit, no bigger than a hummingbird, floated frantically around her head, trying to blow off some invisible steam coming out of her, attempting to soothe her rage.
This was Gale, the Spirit of Wind, one of the ten Elder Spirits. no one in the hall not even Klaus could see these spirits floating around her.
"Shut up, Gale! I will kill that bitch! He dared to disrespect him!" Julie's internal retort was fierce, her anger a pure, unadulterated force.
