Chapter 105: What hunger does
Carving felt strangely heavy on his hand that night and even inspiration did not come easy. The wood that usually melted like butter under his touch seemed more intimidating, tougher to crack.
Silas took a deeper breath, placing his tool down on the desk, he resigned to giving himself as well as the material a moment.
Although the lack of activity from the rest of his body only incited agitation in his mind. The quieter it had gotten around him the louder his thoughts screamed.
It had been such a beautiful day up until that moment. Why did it have to end on a low note like that?
And moreover, why would her lack of interest in him bother him that much? That was the question that kept him up at... Well, not that he ever required sleep, but if he did, Silas figured that praying for a drop of rest had to occur before any would be granted.
The vampire pushed his weight off the chair that served him and made his way towards the open window.
Relieved to note that the night carried in serenity along, he pressed both hands on the window seal to huff his lungs full of that pure air.
Though the action unlocked memories he’d tucked in the back of his mind to replay when the desire for it struck.
The memory of Arabella opening the window with grace to great whatever came after. Watching the way in which her hair rippled at the rhythm of the fair winds.