Kapitel 32: His Dying Breath

Ophelia's spine went hard at the sound of a woman's voice. Who was that?

"I'm going to have her locked in a tower," Killorn growled under his breath. He shoved his wife behind him, just as furious knocking was heard from the doors.

"You dragged me back from the forest, but lock yourself in the room with your wife?! Give me a break!"

Ophelia jumped at the loud noise. She had never heard a woman scream this deafening before. Did her lungs not hurt?

"Is she too loud for you?" Killorn reached behind him to feel her grip onto his shirt tightly. It was then he realized she was trembling again. This time, not from the cold, but from fear.

Killorn scowled. That darn irritable thing! He was irked by Maribelle's insistent screaming. He turned to his trembling wife whose face turned red and she stared up at him accusingly. Ah, was it because she was practically naked? Her cheeks were red as strawberries. Cute.