The day dragged along, moving at a painfully slow pace when all that tossed and turned in his mind was one single question; How could that one petal have escaped his attention?
Sure, he'd gotten rid of the roses that were sent to her room when he was under the influence of blood withdrawal, but having to explain it after the fact was yet another chore that Silas was unequipped to handle.
Moreover, how to deal with the fact that a sharp sting still twinged at his insides whenever his eyes and ears would observe Arabella in Edgar's company? Irrationally so… Or not so irrational considering the many justifications that people around them found to label his behavior towards her.
Infatuation… They'd called it obsession or even fascination!
Had he ever been fascinated by a human before? Silas could not for the life of him remember, but he sure was riveted by her and her alone.
