Isobel is a sad, strange creature. She’s also half lost in her madness and has a rather wicked temper.
Strange dreams plagued Isobel’s sleep, making her restless and short tempered during the day. The house withstood her fits of pique, the screams she let loose echoing off the arched ceilings to taunt her as they faded into nothing.
Once her anger had passed, she made her way to the library to curl up on the wide window seat. Hugging her knees to her chest, she pushed aside the chiding voice telling her the display of temper she’d indulged in was a ridiculous waste of time and energy. As if she wasn’t fully aware of that. She felt drained, the world painted in shades of grey around her.
[show-book title=”Cursed Bones”]
Until next week!
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