Arabella’s point of view

I breathe out in relief, then turned to Arthur after a few minutes.

“He said you should invite me inside for dinner and I happen to be particularly hungry” he touched his stomach to prove his words. “Aren’t you gonna invite me in?” he asked.

“Never” I growled in his face.

He stared at my face for a very brief moment, then laughed and shook his head.

“She’s scared of what I might say in there” he voiced my thoughts.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t Daphne tell you and mom I’m okay?” I asked, changing the topic quickly.

He coughed lightly to clear his throat,...