Dorothy's POV:
"Good morning, guys. I'm sorry I got up late," Captain Frank said with drowsy eyes. "It's a little cold in this room at night. I think I caught a cold…"
"You slept here the whole night?" I confirmed in disbelief.
It was obvious that Frank didn't understand why I was so agitated. He frowned and nodded. "Yes, actually, I'd rather sleep on the first floor, but Master Mary said there are many precious historical relics here, so I had to go upstairs and say good night to the broken wooden furniture."
But that was impossible! Master Kevin was standing guard upstairs. How could he not see such a big man like Captain Frank?
"Honestly, I'm a little scared of your attitude." Captain Frank slowly raised his hand. "Is there a curse on me? Spell? God, I can't see anything! Do you need me to do anything? Or do you want me just to stand here and cooperate with you?"
