Chapter 34 What The F**Ck Jeda

• Vincent sighed deeply, turning his gaze to Jeda before resting his head on her shoulder. “I wish I could just run away and never come back,” he murmured. His life had been a shadow of misery since Lola’s death. Her absence left a deep scar in his heart, and the guilt of her death weighed heavily on him. Adone’s relentless use of him as a weapon had only made things worse.
• Jeda’s voice broke the silence. “I know someone who might be able to help.”
• Vincent looked up, curiosity and hope mingling in his eyes. “Who?”