-Ronan-I text Blanca on the way home, asking her to clean up the mess in the library. I can't bring myself to ask Ara to do it now. The moments we shared in Mercer House are gone, and Ara sits in the car in silence, looking out the window. She blushes, gently shakes her head, then smiles and frowns again, like a movie is playing inside her head.A very dirty movie, if she's replaying what we've just done.When we arrive, the library looks like it had never witnessed me and Desmond fighting. Ara follows me in after cleaning herself up in the bathroom, and her stomach audibly growls."I forgot you haven't eaten," I say. "You can go make something for yourself. But first, let me show you something."She has a curious look on her face when I reach out to the secret latch on the bookshelf behind the couch, and a large portion of it slides into the secret room I added when I renovated the place.Her eyes widen and she pokes her head inside."What is this pla
-Arabella-I suddenly wake up in Ronan's bed, and the room is dark except for a slit under the door. There are voices coming from downstairs, and I assume that's what tore me away from my dream.I instantly forget what it was, but I think I was enjoying it because I somehow feel…lighter. Like the cloud that has been hanging above my head these past few days isn't as gloomy or dark.Nothing has really changed; I'm still here and I still have to figure out what to do about those men's threats to my family, but I suddenly feel a little more hopeful.Ronan has shown me so many facets of his personality that I can't really make up my mind about him. I can't change the fact that he'll always be a vampire, and by nature, the cause of so many problems for humans.But…he can also be kind. Other than locking me up or ordering me around, he's been nothing but attentive and surprisingly gentle.Part of me thinks my mind has been unintentionally glamored by him, because I ju
-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