Chapter 65: Really Angry Now
To make sure it wasn't just her imagination playing tricks, Giselle Frost held her breath, every sense sharpened as she strained to listen through the storm.
Boom!
Another crack of thunder split the night, but her expression stayed perfectly composed, glacial as always, while she waited for the deafening roar to fade into the distance.
Soon the room settled back into silence. All that remained was the steady thud of her own heartbeat, the endless patter of rain against the windows, and… the faint, broken sound of a man sobbing.
She hadn't misheard it.
Under ordinary circumstances, a man's crying in the dead of night might have carried something eerie, almost frightening. But Giselle didn't believe in ghosts or spirits, and she knew exactly who was making that sound.
What kind of nonsense was he up to this time?
Giselle slowly closed her eyes, deciding she wouldn't bother dealing with it.
