-Ronan-Ara's head pokes up from the other side of the counter, and all I can see is her apprehensive eyes staring back at me. Normally, I'd be able to dodge a bowl flying straight at me, but I'd been distracted by her, and now I'm covered in eggs.Her hair is covered in egg yolk, and I burst out laughing. She stands and looks like she's trying to hold it in, but then she bursts out laughing, too."I'm so sorry," she says, lifting a strand of her hair. "I didn't mean for that to happen.""I'm not so sure about that," I joke, taking my phone and wiping it off on the remaining dry parts of my suit. She starts to wipe the counter, still snickering. While I never thought I'd start my morning like this, I'm glad about her 'accident'. She's smiling again, and after that initial outburst, I was seriously thinking I'd have to punish her again.The thing is, punishing her would mean punishing myself, too. "Leave it," I tell her. "
-Arabella-I head downstairs and into the kitchen, intending to clean up the mess we left there, only to find Blanca had already done the work. A pan is sizzling with fresh eggs, filling the kitchen with its delicious smell."I was going to clean it," I say. "Thank you."Blanca only shrugs and resumes her work. She flips the omelet once and puts it in on a plate she set up for me on the counter.I wonder if Ronan texted her at some point after the egg incident."Thank you," I say again.I gobble it up in a few minutes and she finally smiles at me, though it's barely perceptible."How long have you worked for the Stewarts?" I ask, trying to make conversation. I don't know why, but I want Blanca to like me."Seventy years, give or take," she says with the faintest hint of an undistinguishable European accent in her voice, and I almost spit out the orange juice I'm drinking."Seventy? How…?"She looks at me quizzically. "What, you thought I was huma
-Ronan-I bolt out of the library to talk to Dan, and partly to get away from Ara. Every day she reveals more of the enigma she is to me, and I feel overwhelmingly unprepared for this.I never thought an attendant would make me question so many things, and for the millionth time, I think I may have made a mistake by giving her so much freedom.But I can't dwell on her now. What Dan is telling me takes up all my attention."I've been spending some time in this guy's establishments. The parties he puts together…they're really something.""Is that what you called to tell me?" I snap. It's not my intention to talk to Dan or anyone like this, but I'm not in the best of moods."No, sir. I'm sorry. I called because I found out that Gabriel Peterson's attendant is his partner. Romantically.""His partner is just unglamored. You must have misjudged their relationship," I say, slightly annoyed that this is what he considers shady. I start thinking about all the things
-Arabella-After I pour hours into essentially stalking Grace's social media, the computer runs out of battery and it's gone dark in the library. Only the automatic garden lights shine through, and I stay there in the dark for a while, obsessing over her pictures.I have to believe that she's doing okay. Since I left, she posted a picture of us together at my high school graduation with a caption that says 'missing you,' and not much else. I don't recall if she had privacy settings before, or if she opened up her social media to everyone on the offhand chance I got access to the internet like today.I wish I could somehow tell her to close it back up. Those men knew too much about her and my mother, and until I figure out what to do about their threats, I have no way of knowing how much truth there was in what they said.The front door opens, and soon enough, Ronan walks into the library and switches on the light."What are you doing in here like that?" he says once
-Ronan-I now understand the real reason that most vampires probably prefer their attendants to be glamored.When I came back to the house, I grabbed Ara's stone, the companion to the chip she has in her tattoo. The device connects to a person's neurotransmitters and it can be felt by the companion remotely, allowing vampires to 'sense' their attendant—and tell a master if their attendant is in proximity or in physical pain.That is, if an attendant is glamored. Because the glamor strips away their feelings, the companion stone doesn't transmit anything more than a possible discomfort or annoyance.Tonight, though, Ara's stone broke me.Her emotions already felt intense when I grabbed her stone and placed it in my watch, where it comes into contact with my skin. And when I told her about what happened to her grandmother, it almost made me want to chuck my watch out the window, or even cut my arm off.The pain was unlike anything I'd ever felt. It was an incessan
-Arabella-When I wake up, Ronan is no longer in bed. I felt him come in last night, and at some point, I woke up with my body nestled against his chest. I panicked and moved away quickly, but he never even stirred.A black dress is laid out for me on his side of the bed, and I chuckle when I see that the brand tag is cut off. I don't know if Ronan meant this as a joke, or if he's trying not to upset me on a day like this one.I don't think anyone I know has ever seen a vampire attend a human funeral, and I know most of my mother's phony socialite friends will be there. It's certainly going to be...interesting.When I go downstairs to the kitchen, I find Ronan there. And he's...cooking?I stop at the doorway and stare at him, and he slowly looks up from the sizzling pan."I don't think I got this right," he says casually, lifting the pan and showing me a burnt, yellow mess of goo. "How do you know when it's supposed to be ready? It
-Ronan-I don't quite understand human customs, but I'm sure Ara is supposed to be there at the front when they lower the coffin. She stops far away from the crowd though, and I don't push her. From the stone, I can feel that she's already overwhelmed.She's angry and grief-stricken, but at the same time, I feel like she's also...happy. Comforted, I guess? I don't know if it's because she's seen her sister or what, but it's certainly helping this be more tolerable.Once they start shoveling dirt into the hole where they've lowered the casket, my phone begins to vibrate. I check to see who it is, and groan inwardly when I realize it's Stella."I'll be right back," I say to Ara, handing her the umbrella. She looks slightly confused, but smiles at me when she sees that I have my phone in my hand. "Stella," I say to the phone once I'm standing far from Arabella and her people, partially concealed by a large willow tree. "I'm in the middle of so
-Arabella-I've messed up.Big time.Ronan can't believe that his asshole of a brother really only meant to pass by me. He squeezed my ass!Everyone stares at him, waiting for him to answer for me. I take a few steps back, meaning to go back to the kitchen, when Stella's head snaps toward me."Why didn't you accept the glamor?" she asks me."I...""You don't have to respond," Ronan says. "Go get something to clean that up.""Yes, sir," I say obediently, but Stella walks up to me and slaps me in the face. Her palm strikes me with such force that I almost fall to the side."Stella!" Ronan yells at her, but she only glares at me."Grab a napkin and wipe off my feet," she says, her voice breaking. "NOW."I look at Ronan, hoping he rescues me from having to do that for this nasty woman, but he only lowers his eyes."Do as she says, Arabella." His voice is cold and demanding.It takes all of my self control not to slap the grin off Stella's