Chapter 57: Archenemy

King would be so disappointed in her. He would feel broken if he heard, he would have that vulnerable broken look in his eyes like when he had seen Koty kiss her hand.

She couldn't even cry, her body felt too tired for that and even more tired when she thought about telling King of what she had done.

You don't have to tell him, a voice whispered.

She collapsed on her bed. What if she never got the chance to decide?

*

"Impossible!"

The bulky detective exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at comatose King from the entrance of the room.

Joan wasn't listening. Her heart was filled with joy. She didn't believe it when the receptionist called her that morning and informed her King was back in his room.

But upon getting to the scene, there he was, asleep and okay. He was okay. She pressed a trembling hand to her heart. He was fine.

"Then its that strange man then." The bulky officer muttered, recovered from his shock.

"Strange man." She repeated, coming down from her high.

"Or Jamal. You're out, you