Vincent growled defensively and offered Isabel a glare. Why was she so against sleeping through the day? Did she honestly enjoy going out for little lunches at places that served organic vegetables and free range chicken? Places that discouraged you from eating even if you were OUTSIDE? Maybe it would be better to kill her off. He'd never had to get up in the afternoon when she was around...
"It's too late to see your mum, go tomorrow," Vincent grunted from under the sheets. Why Isabel felt she needed to spend time with that dried up old husk he'd never know.