As the night fell deeper, Abel, like usual, went to the marquess's estate via carriage. He wasn't in a rush to see her, even though that was the only thing he wanted.
Dexter was generous and considerate for creating a way Abel could use without going through the hassle of avoiding any watchful eyes. Hence, he didn't have to be discreet, walking through the secret passage from the back of the Marquess's estate, directly leading to the hallway where Aries's chambers were located.
The door creaked oddly loud, piercing the quiet air on the entire floor. Her room was dimly lit by several candelabras and the fireplace.
His eyes fell on the bed. It was empty. He moved his gaze to the left, to where the set of chairs was arranged. There, on the futon, was Aries chugging down the glass of wine elegantly.
