Chapter 21: Through the veil
"The Lady was gracious enough to grant me permission to visit the library," Edgar nodded along to his own words.
"Gracious indeed," Arabella smiled, her hands still clutching at the fabric of her gown.
While Edgar faced Arabella, therefore leaving no way for Silas to study his expression, his heart however, sang loud enough for the vampire to get an idea on his emotional state.
"What is it you're reading then?" Edgar sounded less sure somehow.
"Oh... Some poetry," Arabella's hands moved over the open book before her.
"Well, that is lovely," he paused, "As for me, Lady Persephone has requested a special plant I've never handled before to be... Planted and I've come seeking some pointers," he explained, even though she hadn't enquired.
Both of their heart rates were unsteady, constantly fluctuating which suggested neither of them was at ease.
Arabella more so than Edgar, he too seemed uncomfortable just not in the same way she was. If it were up to Silas, he'd have said that Edgar had noticed Arabella's discomfort and was in turn mirroring it.
"Right," Arabella broke eye contact with Edgar and looked through one of the windows nearby, "Oh dear! I hadn't even noticed how much time has gone by since I came down here! I should probably head back to my room," she stood up and shut the book she held.
"Yes, perhaps you can still salvage some sleep for an hour or two before sunrise," he smiled and nodded again.
Edgar offered her a slight bow before turning to leave but then stopped to add, "You may come by the garden today if you feel like it,"