Chapter 197
Um, I mean Perhaps I did wrong you in some in many ways, Carynne.
Too many to remember?
Carynne laughed. Raymonds face was serious, but it wasnt what he thought.
Back then, she was just so bored she could have actually gone batshit insane, and killing Raymond seemed like a grand purpose for her. Physically and in the scale of her life, the idea of killing Raymond was a tantalizing goal.
When I decided to become a murderer, life turned upside down. I thought if the hardest person to kill was you, Raymond, killing you would be incredibly satisfying.
Thats profoundly touching.
Raymonds voice was tinged with sarcasm. Then he embraced Carynne again, as she shivered.
Raymond, Im a bit cold. Could you pull the blanket up more?
Alright.
Raymond glanced at the roaring fireplace. The blankets were thick. There was no more room to increase the warmth. Embracing her tighter, Raymond murmured.
Winter is coming.