Haunted Chapter ThirteenI knew I was deliberately disobeying Antoinette. Though I couldn't work out why, I knew she had her reasons for wanting me to stay away from the bookstore. I knew she would be incensed when she found out I'd ignored her warning—and she would find out. She always did.Muirin007
But anger and frustration smothered my guilt into temporary silence, and I stomped blindly ahead, my feet finding their way of their own accord to the antiquated sign hanging over the old storefront. I turned left past the sign, wound my way through the alley adjacent to the building, made another left and arrived at the back door. With a huff that would have put a walrus to shame, I swung my bag forward and began digging through the front pocket for my keys.
Why was I so angry?
We weren't living in the nineteenth century, for Pete's sake. Philippe had no control over his brother's choices, just like he had no right to imply that somehow, my inferior social status—if you could even call it that be