EPOV – Chapter 16

I flew across the land, the trees becoming vague blurs in my peripheral vision. I had to

reach her… Not just to see her, not just because I was missing her like I would miss my

own silent heart. But because something was wrong. Something was not right, and she

was in danger. Alice had seen something... Some man wearing a black suit who

followed the posh lady round everywhere. He was bad and dangerous. I had to get her

away. The need to have her close to me, to smell her sweet essence, to hold her so tight

to me, so that I was drowning in her very being was as overwhelming as my previous

agitation.

"Just wait, Bella my sweet." I whispered to the skies.

"I'm coming."

BPOV

I entered the mansion with a heavy heart. I felt hopeless, and incredibly tired. My aunt

led us through the ridiculously furnished parlor and into the living room. The grand, gold

sculpted statuettes and fire places seemed gaudy, tacky. The royal carpets were fluffy

and soft, but seemed stupid, as if anyone would care about them.

"Wovers." Emmeline spoke briskly, as if to a dog, "Fetch Isabella's belongings and take

them upstairs to her living quarters." He nodded and departed, his absence leaving a

silence that could not be comfortably filled. I scratched my arm, stretching out my

fingers nervously.

"Well?" Emmeline said abruptly. "What do you think of my house? Quite impressive, no?"

I nodded as earnestly as I could. She wasn't satisfied, so I cleared my throat and

murmured,

"It's beautiful. Real nice." I offered a weak, half smile, which sank quickly back into my

deadened features.

"Hmmm," was all the response I got. But suddenly Wovers was back, standing directly

behind me. His breath tickled the back of my neck, and tiny hairs prickled there, before I

stiffened and spun around to face him. I relaxed, when I realised it was him. He smiled.

"This way Ms Isabella." I followed his lanky figure up the stairway, glad that someone in

this house was sane. I felt good about him, he was a calming presence, maybe someone

who I could open up to in this great empty house. I felt a friendship forming, and for the

first time since I had arrived, my smile wasn't fake. Wovers voice interrupted my muse.

"Ms Isabella, your room is at the end of this corridor. I hope you will find the furnishings

please you." I giggled at his formal tone.

"You don't have to call me Ms Isabella, Wovers, you know. Just Bella." He smiled

brilliantly, replying cheerfully.

"Certainly Ms Bella." I rolled my eyes but allowed that. We reached a large door with a

huge brass knob and Wovers deposited my luggage on the ground before swinging the

door open.

"Welcome Ms Bella." I smiled back at Wovers, as I entered the room. He smiled back.

"I'm sure you will be very happy here."