ARTHUR

I watch with satisfaction the look of horror from oj Agnes face, the worry mixedd with contemplation it gives me some kind of peace like never before, yes Agnes had hurt my mate and it would do me a little bit of happiness for her to go through this kind of torture,

"She isn't. , I mean she is not like you, she's fine right?" Agnes asks me wide eyed her brows furrowed into a corner,

"She is not like me" I say to tease her as she sighs feeling relaxed,

"You ...