Chapter Fifty: The Work of Charismatic Devils.

The carriage rattled on the bumpy road filling up the pungent silence that surrounded the both of us, neither Vincent nor I had spoken a word since our fight by the door.

But even as we sat opposite each other, his eyes never left my frame.

I was curious as to what exactly he was looking for, perhaps more proof that I was on drugs because of the un-Vivanna like reaction? I wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, I was too tired, too tired to pretend, to ache, to think!

There were more reasons for me to cry, but, what if, just what if, unlike the painful scene that I had just witnessed that tried to convince me otherwise, what if Neiwei was still alive? What if…