Chapter 154: Where Was He?
"Salviana you don’t see the future, you’re a crook but you bring in money so we’d keep you," Salviana’s sisters voice rang in her head as she stood outside.
It’s been awhile since she get thoughts like this, flashbacks of how insignificant her sisters tried to make her feel.
She had refused to glimpse the fiture since she came to the castle but now that everyone has returned except her husband she wished she had.
What is happening?
Soon rain started to fall.
The courtyard was silent now, save for the faint patter of raindrops against stone, a soft warning of the storm that had been brewing all evening.
Salviana stood resolute near the gates, her emerald dress now streaked with dust from her earlier dash.
The air was cool, the kind that settled deep into one’s bones, but she felt nothing but the ache in her chest.
He was a vampire, the strongest man I know. My Alaric. He cherishes me. He will come back.
The thought repeated like a mantra, each word a fragile thread holding her together. Her heart was pounding, her mind an endless churn of hope and fear.
"Lady Salviana," Sarah, called gently from behind her, stepping cautiously into the courtyard. "Please, come inside. The rain is starting, and the others are already gathered. You’ll catch a chill."