Chapter 84: A glimpse of the past
No more than whispers they were. The words repeated in her mind almost as melodiously as she’d recited them to the amusement of the guests.
They rang soft like murmurs at times but blared loud at others, joggling her out of that land where dreams lived.
She tossed back and forth between her bed and sheets, unable to see anything other than the faces that had surrounded her almost all night long.
Older vampires had that air about them, that veil masking the nebulous glint in their eyes. A stillness that brought no comfort to Arabella.
They appeared to cling onto every word she’d uttered, but not in innocent admiration and rather almost as if they expected her to fail every time her mouth opened in order to articulate the next line.
Although, the one thing that brought the young woman some solace was the bright and warm smile drawn across Lady Persephone’s features. The subtle nods of approval she gave her way made all of it worth it at the end of that gathering.
Arabella turned onto her other side only to wince as aching shot from her still sore feet up the rest of her legs, causing her to stiffen momentarily.
Oddly enough, the pain did not come alone. Since misery loved company, those sharp shards traveling her body, brought memories from her conversation with Lord Dragomir along for the ride.
Through some groaning, Arabella pushed her weight to rest on her back, facing the canopy above, shrouded in gloom, just like the sky had been when the Lord spoke about her father.