#Chapter 97: The Departure

Almara’s POV A blood curling scream rings in all our ears. It takes me a moment to realize it’s not me and recognize the voice belonging to the nurse. Startled by the loud noise, Arthur pulls his opened mouth away from Grace. For a moment no one else moves, that is until Grace begins to cry again. Annoyed by the symphony of cries, Noah lets out an aggravated grunt. “What the hell is that?” He shoots me an accusatory glance and I shrug with wide-eyed confusion. Noah carelessly puts Grace in Arthurs lap and his lack of care has me seething. As he begins to stomp away his heavy footsteps echo off the high walls. “Sire, wait. Please” Arthur beckons. Noah quickly turns around. “What?” He demands with impatience gnawing in his tone. “Would my sire be willing to remove my chains so I may feast on this decadent meal?” Arthur asks while licking his lips and I can’t help but wonder if this is really is all an act. A sly smile crosses Noah’s face. “I suppose it would shut the little darl