Chapter 75: What's your plan?

Jamal was abusive, she understood him well but now with Alistair putting it the way he did... She forced herself not to think that way.

"That's a different case." She defended, looking at King who pretended like he wasn't listening.

"Definitely not" Alistair flicked through channels, not caring what effect his words had, "I'd say the same for your family also, Joan. I don't think your mother was clean and your father is a crazed bloody killer, what do you think you'll turn out to be?"

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"What's your plan?"

Isla had Vincent at tension point with her incessant questions and glares, "Because this isn't how we are going to live our lives for God knows how long. It has only been a day and I feel like I've aged a thousand years."

Vincent grunted sleepily, sitting up on his bed. She hadn't even let him sleep for up to an hour. He had been up the entire night, watching over them and he was really tired.

"Right now" he said to her, his eyes barely open, "I can't think straight. I need my rest.