Chapter 181: Inner turmoil
The drumming in her chest reverberated towards multiple parts in Arabella’s body, namely in the young woman’s throat where it was the most felt, clogging her winpipes and by the same occasion the words from flowing out.
"Why would you think Edgar has done something wrong?" the narrowing of his eyes did not help her state one bit.
No answer came through for Arabella still failed to grasp the reason Silas brought Edgar up in the first place.
Did the vampire perhaps think that Edgar broke a rule he wasn’t supposed to? Otherwise, why would the gardener be mentioned in such a conversation at all?
Even the light tea that had successfully reached her stomach threatened to ascend back from whence it descended.
Churning feverishly among her guts until the temperature of her entire body began to rise, initially earning her face a pinkish shade that quickly shifted to a scarlet red.
But the effects did not stop at switching skin undertones. Indeed, the heat boiling her continued to climb before the young woman noticed the weakening of her vision. A sort of blurriness that started from the edges of the world around her only to expand inward, befogging everything her Irises fell upon.
"Is something the matter?" his traits weren’t as harsh as their usual, but they let nothing on either which wasn’t any more reassuring than his words.
It was all too much to handle for her and thus, in a spur, Arabella leaped from the chair and sprinted towards the bathroom while blurting something about needing cold water.