Chapter 31 Angel Tears

I puked on the floor for the second time when flashes of what just happened to Doyle passed my mind once again.

I was in deep shock and my mind wasn't clear. The man just burst like a bubble, right in front of my eyes.

His blood was covering my whole body and bits of his body tissue laid all around.

"Oh Lord." I groaned when I felt myself wanting to puke again.

The sound of someone opening the cell door had me trying to hide how shaky I was.

Doyle's blood covered my sense of smell so I couldn't identify a specific scent but I had my doubts on who came inside.

"I guess you still haven't recovered yet." Kristoff stated smugly.

I kept my eyes on my bloody lap, not wanting to see his face just yet. Or maybe it was that I didn't want him to see mine.

Kristoff said nothing for a moment and I thought that I've finally got a rest from his irritating voice when suddenly, a bucket of cold water was dropped at me making me gasp in surprise and at how cold the damn water was.