Charlotte was startled by his words at that moment, feeling utterly weak, with only her heart pounding wildly.
Because of his words, even the delicious Italian pasta in her mouth seemed to lose its taste, like chewing wax.
This kind of Atlas Hallow wasn't joking at all; he was being serious.
Since he returned, Charlotte hadn't noticed that he was angry. But now, being so close, she saw the storm rising in his eyes, like layers of clouds rolling over the distant sea, seemingly ready to drag people into the depths of the ocean, never to resurface...
