Chapter 7: The library
Morning light had permeated the room, declaring the start of a new day. While stretching, Arabella took the deepest of breaths before her eyes flittered completely open. She then laid there, immobile for a good moment, staring at the canopy above her bed.
Fragments of memories from what had transpired the night before came in shy numbers and her first instinct upon putting some of them back together was to check her wrist.
Eyes wide open, she'd leapt into a sitting position, examining her skin as her fingers softly brushed the area.
Whole and unharmed, there were no traces of the bite mark that Silas had left. Had she dreamt it all?
It couldn't have been!
It had felt so real. That serenity, that relaxation, the warmth... In fact, she'd have given anything to feel that way again.
What about the fever? She could've sworn she came down with a nasty one, but there was no remanence of it.
There was no aching, nothing sore, and her breathing was perfectly normal. On the contrary, abundant energy ran through her veins, even mountains seemed light enough to carry and moreover what had stuck out to her the most was that her heart was no longer in her stomach. Instead, and for the first time in days, it felt as though it had started beating in her chest again, where it belonged.
A not so gentle knock wrenched her attention towards the door. Before Arabella gave them permission to enter, the door was pushed out of their way for a young woman Arabella hadn't met just yet to come inside.
"You seem just fine to me," she snarled.