She quickly finished the lasagne on her plate before placing the plate in the sink and hurrying upstairs, as quietly as possible. The door to the study was open slightly, and she could hear Robert’s voice.
“Don’t be stupid,” he hissed.
“I’m not being stupid,” someone replied. That was Isabella.
“Yes. You are.”
“No. I’m giving my opinion. If you don’t like it, ignore it.”
“Leave me alone, Ibby,” Robert said quietly.
Beth could practically hear Isabella soften slightly.
“Okay,” she whispered.
There was a slight whoosh, then nothing. Beth pushed the door slightly and stood there, looking at her hands as it swung slowly open. When she looked up, Robert was watching her curiously, the ghost of a smile on his face.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
“No one’s ever asked to come with me before,” he said, his head cocked to the side.
“I didn’t really mean it; I just wanted to see how you’d react.”
“I thought so.” His smile grew slightly.
“You’re laughing at me,” she whispered.
“Just a little bit.”
Robert’s grin was infectious, and Beth soon found herself in his lap, giggling quietly.
“You have a lovely giggle,” he said softly in her ear. The feel of his breath on her neck made her shiver.
“Am I forgiven?” she asked quietly.
“Of course.” He landed a kiss on top of her head.
Beth yawned and leant against him.
“Boring you am I, darling?” he asked.
“Never, what with all your ice cube tricks,” she giggled, peeking up at him.
He was grinning.
“I know lots of tricks, farfallina,” he whispered.
“Oh, yes? How exactly?”
“When Isabella is practically a sister, one learns lots of little tricks.”
Beth was suddenly pulled out of her playful mood. “Is she really a sister to you?
“She has been for a very long time, even while we were both still human.”
“How did she become a demon?” she asked, unsure of how Robert would react.
“She was cursed by a priest and murdered by religious mercenaries. People were a lot more extreme in our time.”
“Hmm,” Beth replied in agreement, before yawning again.
“Is it bedtime?” Robert said playfully, running his fingers through her hair.
“Only if you’re coming with me.”
“At this rate, I won’t be able to sleep for several weeks,” he chuckled. Beth looked up at him, confused. “I only need to sleep for a couple of hours every week so I usually just don’t bother. And here you are, dragging me to bed with you every night.”
Beth blushed. “Well you’re very comfortable to lie on.”
“Oh, am I, Miss Stuart?” he asked, amused.
“Glad to hear it. Well, I do believe it’s time for you to go to bed.”