Late at night, a breeze blew through the window, bringing a hint of coolness.
Seraphina groggily woke up to find the moon directly overhead, still lying in the yard, with no sign of William.
Damn it, she had been poisoned, and Mr. Johnson hadn't even bothered to help.
Even if CPR was too much to ask for, the least he could have done was move her to a bed. Even if he didn't do anything else, some formality should have been observed.
Just leaving her to sleep in the yard, what kind of ruthless man does that?
After confirming Seraphina was alright, William had finished his octopus and gone to bed.
The dishes and utensils were still on the table in the yard.
William had cooked, of course, he wouldn't be expected to do the dishes.
Seraphina stood up and looked at the tableware on the table, sinking deep into thought.
