The grinding of his wife's teeth was not the best of melodies to reach his ears.
On their bed he sat with nothing… Just sat there, waiting for her to call for him, knowing full well she wouldn't.
Arabella was lost in a world only her eyes could see while Silas desperately fought to remain afloat out in the middle of a vast sea on his own.
For an entire week, the vampire had been inert, powerless while his wife took hit after hit and what she probably considered far worse than beating.
From the bathroom, the drumming of her heart grew more and more frantic and her breathing quicker, shallower as if something with sharp teeth mercilessly gnawed at her flesh.
Silas caught himself holding his own hands up and staring at them, the same way Arabella did earlier.
She also did so in limbo upon crying that they were covered in blood.
Was that same twisting and jabbing at his core persistent in her as well? Preventing her gemstones from seeing the truth of things in front of her?
