Marcus
I’m going to be a father.
My wife is pregnant.
I’m so dead.
Thought are the thoughts running in my mind right now. Especially when Lander kept on glaring at me, with him running his thumb across his neck. I’m so dead. He’s on his brother mode.
Even so, I kept my arm around Flair. I never thought I’d see her and hold her again. Every time the dalakitnons would disguise as Flair to get me to eat their black rice, my hope to see her again slowly fading. That’s the reason behind my rough behavior towards Flair earlier.
“What are you thinking?” I heard Flair ask.
I looked down at her and smiled.
“Nothing, I’m just glad that you are here.” I told her, but she narrowed her eyes on me.
“You held a freaking knife against my neck.” She said with gritted teeth.
I let out
