"How has the maniac been feeling these past few days?"
"She's been doing great. Eating well, sleeping soundly."
Thomas Shannon scoffed. How could she not be doing well? Away from him, she was all smiles every day. He had never seen her frown once! When she was with him, she was all pride and stubbornness, like a stubborn donkey. But away from him, she became easygoing. Even a servant bringing her shoes would receive a thank you from her. It was only with him that she would put up all her thorns, only satisfied when she had pricked him full of holes.
When George Stanford finished speaking, he noticed Thomas Shannon's expression had grown even more somber. He quickly changed his tune, "Actually, she's not doing that well... Fiona seems troubled every day, and I don't know what's on her mind."
"Are you saying she's thinking of someone else?" Thomas Shannon's eyes darkened, his gaze like an icy blade shooting toward him.
