Somewhere inside she felt an emptiness that was cold. Colder than the snow she had touched but it was far worse than cold. This ability was a dark one, thought Belle to herself. While one was using purification and the other learning memories, her ability was to search for death. She sighed.
Today was a long day and she was tired. There was only so much she could take right now.
"I will be going to sleep," she informed Lucas who gave her a bow.
"Have a goodnight's sleep, Miss Belle."
"Goodnight, Lucas," she wished him and walked out of the drawing-room.
