Sophie had just closed her eyes when the bedroom door was pushed open again from outside.
Alert, she opened her eyes and saw Thomas Shannon. She gave him a disdainful look and slowly closed her eyes again.
The man, reeking of smoke, came to the bedside and sat down.
His slightly cool hand took hold of her face.
Sophie frowned, turning her head slightly, but the hand on her cheek followed her like a shadow, never letting go.
She was so annoyed. Was she ever going to be allowed to rest?
"What was that look you gave me just now?" Thomas Shannon pinched her cheek and maliciously yanked it a few times.
Sophie swatted his hand away in annoyance. This rotten man! So utterly despicable!
"It's a shame I didn't hear your duck-like voice."
"..." This was a blatant personal attack!
"What are you staring at? Keep staring, and I'll gouge your eyeballs out."
"..." Despicable, rotten man!
"Not convinced?"
"..." Not convinced!
