Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 335

When Giselle returned home, she was still in a daze, hollowed out and broken. Her stomach churned violently at the thought of that stew and the piece of meat she herself had just eaten. She collapsed at the toilet and vomited again and again.

In the darkest corners of her mind, she was consumed by one raging impulse after another—to carve Anne into a thousand pieces, to strip her flesh from her bones, to drink her blood and devour her flesh, to leave her with no grave to rest in…

The house was full of reminders of Eastin, from his half-finished food to the toys scattered on the floor. Every single one was a stab to her heart.

The memories of the life they had shared came rushing back, and grief overwhelmed her until she could no longer hold back her tears.

To others, Eastin had been only a pet. But to her, Eastin was family. Loyal and protective, he had grown almost human in spirit after years at her side, attuned to her every mood. He had been her constant companion, her daily comfort.

Now that Eastin had been killed so cruelly, she simply couldn't accept it. It felt as if a hole had been punched straight through her chest.

The more she thought about it, the heavier the grief pressed down, until the pain was unbearable. She sat there on the couch like she'd lost her mind—silent, refusing food or water, staring blankly into nothing.

Gideon understood her anguish. There was nothing he could offer but quiet companionship. As someone who also loved his dog deeply, he knew if it had been Chipper slaughtered in malice, his own rage would have been uncontainable. He would have beaten the culprit until they were crippled.

But taking justice into her own hands, killing Anne outright, would mean sacrificing the rest of her own. That price was way too high. She still had debts of blood owed on behalf of her grandparents and Rebecca. She couldn't throw herself away before settling those scores.

So she endured. For several days, Giselle locked herself away in grief, depression swallowing her whole. But in that darkness, she thought deeply, over and over again.

Before, she'd only retaliated against the Holt family with childish stunts, but the tragedy of Eastin now sharpened her focus with a grim clarity. It was time to make real decisions.

At last, she steadied herself, gathered her strength, and prepared to visit Donovan in the hospital.