Through the shrubs and tufts of green, Arabella heavily relied on Silas' figure in order to advance.
From then on, a suitable outfit for such occasions was a must, indeed.
From her twisting ankles to the thrashed up tender skin of her legs, the young woman worked hard on curbing any wincing or flinching her body might have wanted to act upon.
"Only a few feet ahead and the sun shall greet us again," Silas had commented without even glancing in her direction once.
Although Arabella dwelled neither on his expression nor the tone in which he spoke since his words alone offered enough to keep one's mind busy.
Glaring at the path ahead as though it'd convince the trees to move out of their way, the furrowed eyebrows on her prompted the vampire to explain further.
"You will only see the valley once we're through and out of the woods entirely. You won't spot it from here,"
