The next moon rose quickly. At least it felt like it did to Silas. He worked his best to tune out Arabella's voice whenever he'd caught it around the manor.
Ada's words about him were stuck ringing over and over in his mind.
"He's sweet on you," she'd said.
"They tend to get obsessive" she'd added.
The last thing the vampire wished to happen was for the people he was supposed to protect to feel suffocated by him.
A swipe of chatter reached his ears. Little chirps, soft mutters and giggles reverberated before their sources came from behind the corner ahead.
When the group of young women finally came into view, the first ones in line froze, immediately mimicked by the rest of them.
Their voices died down as they promptly curtsied and scurried off, pair after pair past his figure.
The daytime maids had shed their aprons and donned the Eleazar family crest on their robes.
