Chapter 25: The secret room
Heart stuck in her throat; Arabella trailed behind Silas through the hallways of the manor. The vampire spared not a glance nor a word her way thus for comfort, she clutched at the locket around her neck.
Eyes strictly on his feet, Arabella only stopped when they did before a far less decorated wooden door.
A cool and hasty breeze escaped the instant he pushed it open, its creaking echoing all around them.
Utter darkness greeted the two, but one step inside was all it took for the first torch hanging on the wall to ignite of its own accord which made Arabella shudder.
And yet, she dared not utter a word of complaint, freezing momentarily before practically leaping out of her place to follow him down those spiraling stone stairs.
Despite the light from the fire, the young woman still struggled to descend and was thankful for the narrow walls from each side where her hands would go to find support and guidance.
Cold and rough to the touch, Arabella couldn't help but notice, along the way, that the decoration around them was limited to gray stone blocks, from the floor to the high ceiling.
It was a place where daylight did not reach and therefore forced its explorers to rely solely on the torches posted at regular intervals from each other.
The longer and the further they strayed down those dungeon-like hallways, the harder it became for Arabella to breath or to even think.