When Enzo finally settled down and it was just him and Arabella in the bedchambers that had been assigned to him, he could not stop looking at her. Arabella had been quiet since they arrived, barely saying anything as she silently helped him have his bath like she had done it for years.
The quiet shyness and nervousness he remembered were gone. It was as though she had grown into a completely different woman while he was asleep. Her hair was woven backward, keeping it away from her face, and the way she carried herself made her look more like a warrior than the Arabella he remembered.
Enzo could not stop thinking about what he had seen earlier.
Arabella had killed Elara without hesitation.
