Outside the door, William Guillen stared at the tightly closed gate and kicked the carved iron gate hard. "Damn it!"
He tilted his head back, looking in the direction of Fluffy Zane's bedroom. The curtains of her bedroom were tightly drawn; he had no idea whether she was resting…
"Fluffy Zane!"
He shouted toward Fluffy Zane's bedroom, "Fluffy Zane, come out!"
Fluffy Zane was holding a water cup, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. She had pulled the curtain open a crack, and through that gap she saw William Guillen raging like a madman in front of the doorway.
The hand of the water cup gradually tightened.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then turned and went down the stairs.
After screaming himself hoarse for who knows how long, William Guillen finally saw that familiar thin figure appear in his line of sight.
Just one door between them.
