Chapter 3

Burning in Madness Chapter 03 

Arthur’s knuckles whitened around the butter knife before he 

forced his grip to relax. Snatching a linen napkin, he a

meticulously dabbed at a phantom stain on his lips. 

I narrowed my eyes at his forced nonchalance. 

“I tell you to pull the security footage and call the 

cops, and suddenly you look like you’re heading to the guillotine,” I gave a dry, mocking laugh. “Why so tense, Arthur? Don’t tell me you