Chapter 335

When Giselle returned home, she was still in a daze, hollowed out and broken. Her stomach churned violently at the thought of that stew and the piece of meat she herself had just eaten. She collapsed at the toilet and vomited again and again. In the darkest corners of her mind, she was consumed by one raging impulse after another—to carve Anne into a thousand pieces, to strip her flesh from her bones, to drink her blood and devour her flesh, to leave her with no grave to rest in… The house was full of reminders of Eastin, from his half-finished food to the toys scattered on the floor. Every single one was a stab to her heart. The memories of the life they had shared came rushing back, and grief overwhelmed her until she could no longer hold back her tears. To others, Eastin had been only a pet. But to her, Eastin was family. Loyal and protective, he had grown almost human in spirit after years at her side, attuned to her every mood. He had been her constant companion, her daily com