"It is very kind of you, Master," her gemstones still lingered on the floor at those words.
There was something in the way he glared at her, so blatant even he became aware of its presence without seeing it. That was one of the only times Silas breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she, on the other hand, did not seem to spot it.
The question he asked himself however, was what caused the sting that jabbed at his entrails?
Could it perhaps have been the fact that Arabella still referred to him as Master? Why would she not? The vampire hadn't yet requested that she'd cease…
"Shall we go then?"
His question shattered the short-lived, awkward silence that had settled between them, thus ripping her eyes from that marble floor and onto himself.
The little gap her lips had formed closed before the words that clung along her throat were freed, "Where to?" she muttered.
"I was under the impression you wanted to visit Katherine,"
