Chapter109:

Sandro was coming, the thought permeating Arabella's mind, refusing to leave. She paced about the room; her forehead creased with worry; she bit her lower lip before letting out a deep breath. Her fingers trembled as her mind swarmed with thoughts of all that could happen if Sandro appeared before her. She brought her hands together, interlocking her fingers; she hoped it would stop them from quivering. But it did little to alleviate her anxiety, as they shook uncontrollably, making it impossible for her to keep them still. Blaze observed Arabella with narrowed brows, wondering what was happening in her head. He had hoped Arabella would be more confident by now, considering she was mastering her powers. However, her display of panic was contrary to his expectations. "What do you mean?" he questioned, and Arabella abruptly paused, turning around to face Blaze. "He's coming," she intended her voice to be firmer, but the fear that had engulfed her turned it into a mere whisper. From her p