Chapter 11: We are a Package
Two things. Liberty considers two things: Someone is after him, or someone is after Naomi. He may not be sure who that stupid creature is yet, he knows it’s from hell. Because where else would tinted hunger to kill would stem from? It makes his non-existent blood boil, because whoever that creature is, it is clearly underestimating him.
“Hey! Are you listening to me?!” Naomi’s rage pulled him from his head. Liberty turned to look at with a little c**k of his head to the right. She was standing in front of her bedroom door, holding two pink hangers on her hand, and wearing her signature morning scowl.
If Liberty could only pinch her pout. “Sorry, darling. I was just thinking about stuff…” He joked instead, hiding his worries behind a smirk. He eyed Naomi fr
