Arabella sat near the castle's grand window, gazing out into the never-ending night. Even at dawn, the sky remained shrouded in darkness, the thick clouds allowing only a sliver of moonlight to touch the land. It was strange—she still wasn't used to it, this world where the sun seemed almost forbidden.
The events from the previous night still weighed heavily on her.
Damian's possessive anger. The hungry vampires at the tea party. Selene's cold disappointment.
Arabella exhaled, pressing her forehead against the cool glass.
It was getting harder to breathe here.
She felt like a guest in a house where she wasn't welcome—a human among monsters who found her existence intriguing, yet fragile.
Just then, the doors to the grand hall opened with a quiet creak.
Arabella straightened immediat
