THE SHRILL laughter that came out of Rhys’ lips should have been enough of a sign for Rita to shake in fear and distress. The horror that was his laughter reverberated through the room, and for a minute, I was only worried about the triplets waking up. But they did not. And Rhys continued to laugh.
However, his laughter sounded hollow. It was grazing the skin of everyone’s ears like a sword would when it scraped against metal. It left an acidic taste in the heart of anyone who hears it, much like when people heard about the news of someone’s death. It lacked any humor at all. No emotion. Just an empty hilarity, like a contemptuous mirth over the topic that was happening right now.
Rhys was painfully aware of his distaste, and Rita was temporarily unable to taste anything on her tongue.
