Dionne
"Everything about you makes me want to murder you." His voice was low and rough, each word enunciated with careful precision. "Your presence. Your scent. Your pathetic incompetence. Even the simplest tasks are beyond you. You're worthless. Completely and utterly worthless."
The words carved into me like blades, each one finding its mark with surgical precision. Tears spilled down my cheeks, but I couldn't look away from those terrible eyes.
His gaze dropped to my neck, to the rogue burn scarred into my skin, and his expression twisted with disgust.
"Even your body advertises your failures."
Then he released my hair with a violent shove that sent me stumbling backward. My hip connected with the sink hard enough to make stars explode across my vision. The edge caught me wrong, and I felt something warm running down my side before the pain registered.
"I expect my breakfast when I'm done." He turned away from me dismissively. "Get out."
