Arabella immediately wiped away her tears. Away from Morpheus, her heart felt lighter, though an unease still tugged at her chest. The farther she was from him, the more incongruent her emotions became, twisting into a strange mix she couldn't name. The ache in her heart no longer felt like love; it was something colder, sharper, more bitter. She had a power now— an unknown power— and maybe, just maybe, it could fix the unrest that gnawed at her from within.
This unknown sickness, this strange disorder of her emotions, had left her unsettled. She could no longer tell where her anger ended and her curiosity began. Where her hurt ended and the questions about Morpheus's true nature began.
