It took all of five minutes for Silas to hit his threshold in terms of squeaking, giggling as well as crying.
He escaped his sisters and ran to safety in the arms of his wife except… Arabella was already busy.
Indeed, while Remus kept himself busy by comparing his hand to hers, Persephone had joined the young woman and Arthur outside but had decided not to go to her daughters.
"Yes, he is every bit what I thought he would be," his mother's voice had reached his ears long before Silas had come near them.
"That is wonderful!" Arabella chirped, "What will your next step be then?"
"Frankly, I am not sure," the vampiress sighed.
Silas ambled the high rose hedges from a distance, his initial intention being to give them a moment to speak freely but, in the end, eavesdropping became just too tempting.
"How come?" there wasn't urgency in Arabella's tone per se, but a shift lay there for sure.
