The air in the room wasn't heavy by any means.
It was simply that neither of them had a thing to say that didn't involve any recent ordeal.
Given Arabella's condition, Silas saw cruelty in broaching any with her.
They'd left many things untold between them but… Just the way her body curled around itself birthed a burning urge to wrap his arms around her frail figure and hold her close.
He debated that for not very long and quit on fighting that urge. Silas allowed every one of her short breaths to brush his chest. Although their impact was feeble since they landed upon his clothes and not bare skin.
Arabella's eyes fluttered open and shut barely for seconds on end, earning her the foggiest of expressions.
It was as though she was melting, right there in his arms. Utterly still and unable to make even the smallest of movements.
Only her chest rose and fell as a proof of life.
"I am sorry," he whispered without thinking.
