Chapter 182: From the heart
Not in the slightest did Lady Persephone seem surprised when Silas stood by the lounge room door.
"I prefer not to listen beyond closed doors so out of curiosity, just how horribly did it go?" she continued to sip on her tea in one hand while reading a book in the other.
Not once did the vampiress raise her gaze in his direction.
In reply, Silas merely walked past her figure then took the seat next to hers. When the silence went on for too long, Lady Persephone finally put both the teacup and the book down before turning his way.
"Speak up; what was it you said that made her curl into a ball and vow to cry all the tears in her body?" the Lady placed her hands flat together on her lap, earning her a graceful outlook.
For the first time in many, many years, Silas did not glare back at her as all of the sudden, the wood that constituted the arm of his chair became the most interesting thing in the world. He scratched at it over and over again with one single finger while avoiding his mother’s eyes at all costs.
"She did not curl... She ran and... Then cried,"
"Are we arguing semantics now?"
Those words finally convinced his diamonds to snap upwards, and at that sight, unlike her usual whenever Silas would give his signature glare, in that moment, Persephone’s features returned the warmest beam they’d displayed in centuries...