Ada stopped her on the way to the room, a silver platter in hand. The tray carried a cup from which steam ascended in a continuous and oddly satisfying manner.
"Are you not heading to bed?" Arabella's eyes were on the cup.
"I will be in a few but," Ada's eyes, on the other hand, traveled all around them across the hallway, "I had been thinking about our conversation this morning and…,"
Arabella's breath instantly hitched in her throat, her face immediately falling as the rest of her body stiffened.
Only a few feet separated them from her bedroom where Silas had settled. Not only that, but by nighttime, the manor crawled with vampires who could hear every word they uttered from miles away.
The young woman took a deep breath in and prepared to put a stop to it before Ada spilled everything, but her friend beat her to the mark.
