The minutes that followed Silas' arrival in the library were awkwardly quiet, to say the least.
The two of them sat, facing each other, Arabella never once daring to raise her gaze and him who, as per his usual, never averted his eyes.
She waited with bated breath for him to say something since he came in, but he merely pulled the chair opposite from hers, occupied it and glared at her to no end.
"I was clear when I said you should always have company with you, especially when you leave your room, wasn't I?" he finally broke the stifling silence.
The freezing cold voice induced shivers that crawled over and under her skin upon reaching her ears.
Her head hung even lower than it did before, which was an impressive feat of its own.
"My apologies, Master,"
Had he been human, his hearing wouldn't have been advanced enough to interpret her mumbles.
