She leapt back, wrapping both hands around the last memory of her mother she owned.
Meanwhile Reubon advanced towards her with an open hand. His features had twisted, mingled with the darkness that the night cast upon him, earned him an expression that would horrify even the mightiest of demons.
"You do not get to carry the memory of someone you do not honor!" his tone was akin to a growl, "I won't allow you to sully her name!"
"No!" she cried, moving backwards to escape his hold.
Although, despite her attempts at putting distance between them, Reubon cut it shorter much quicker than she'd managed.
But right as he'd been about to lay a hand on her, something or… Someone held him in place mere inches away from his goal which was Arabella's neck.
Silas had come seemingly out of nowhere and clasped his own hand around Reubon's wrist, effectively pinning him right where he stood.
"This conversation is over," he announced dryly, eyes strictly on the man.
