Chapter 24(We are not friends, my friend)

Hawthorne Manor

Minutes ago......

Wrath sat at the piano staring at the black and white keys blankly. “It is not like you to sit and not play anything. Confused thoughts?” Ysabeau asked. She sat next to him and handed him a glass of wine.

His fingers lingered on hers, as he was taking the glass. “Nothing to worry about,”

“Your wife,” she persisted and turned her attention to the piano. She was in a white silk night dress and her long black hair was sprawled on her shoulders.

“What makes you think she has anything to do with this?” he asked.

“Everything. First, you never come to see me at this time, and I know you did not come all the way to ask about what happened today. You probably saw Loretta and she told you all about that. So, what do you want?” Ysabeau asked him.

Wrath slowly caressed her neck and leaned in closer. He kissed her neck and she leaned into him.

“You sound like you do not want me here Beau,” he whispered with his lips lingering on her neck.