Arabella
My tears finally subsided after a while, but it was hard, every time I thought of Mr. Harlow or Mrs. Beatrice the tears would start up again.
Dagon was good to me, stroking my back comfortingly, but I could tell, just like Lucifer, that it wasn’t in his nature, he didn’t understand my pain and somehow that made their comfort all the more special to me, they may not have understood like a human would, yet they still tried to comfort me anyway.
I sat up, and he asked, “are you ok?”
“No, but I will be in time, hopefully.”
I had been crying for hours, so the spell had worn off, and I needed my wheelchair again. I gestured for it, and Dagon helped me into it. Lucifer came in and I just stared at him. His shirt was drenched in blood and I just about whispered, “is she?”
“She’s s
