As the sun painted the horizon with its signature orange, pinkish hue, Arabella hurried for no other purpose than to stand near the main entrance of the manor where greeting her husband would be easier.
Upon his arrival however, a strong gust of wind blew past her figure, almost knocking her off balance before she could reach him.
Indeed, Katherine and Grace had zoomed so quickly to meet him at the door that their bodies nearly collided.
"My Lord!" Katherine cried, "Anything at all?"
In front of their big, round and glistening eyes, Silas did not seem all that… Glad nor did it look like good news was written across his features.
"Unfortunately, nothing," he shook his head.
"You may take a moment to rest, Silas," Persephone's voice blared from behind Arabella. In lieu of the stunning kind of gowns her mother in law had always donned, the vampiress turned out just as exquisite in skin tight pants and a leather coat.
"It is alright, mother. I don't need-"
