Naomi's POV,
"I will murder you."
I shrank back in my ball chair, frowning when he got in my face, bending down from his standing position, a glare on his face.
Nothing new.
"If you tell even one soul about this, I will murder you in the worst way possible." My eyes crossed over when he moved even nearer, I could smell his breath. I pressed further back in my ball chair.
"Did I cry, Naomi?"
I shook my head up and down rapidly, making his glare intensify and he lifted his hand up, ready to grab my neck.
"Did I?"
I shook my head side to side.
"Good." He stood up straight and dismissed me, waving his hand in a careless motion. "Now, make me breakfast." And he was gone out of my room.
Glaring at the space where Jason stood a minute ago, I, too, got out of my room, going downstairs t
