Silas rushed back into the room with a glass of water in hand. He then placed it on the nightstand next to the bed in order to retrieve his dagger.
"This water is from the basement well. It is as clean as everything else in this house,"
Lying flat on her back, Arabella's irises followed each and every one of Silas' motions as for that time being, it was all her body was capable of.
Although her jaw and tongue too remained under her control, "I don't want to drink it," she said right as the vampire brought the blade to his palm.
"I am afraid it isn't a matter of want but rather of must," he'd already slashed his hand open by then.
"No, I won't," she retorted with a tad more firmness.
Her tone had the merit of stopping him in place. He looked back at her, his diamonds sinking deeper into her gemstones by the second.
"What is the meaning of this?" he asked.
