For the next days, I tried to be good to Theodus. I told I cannot go back because the boys will torture me and then I will not be of help to him anymore. I've been really good to him expecting him to just give me my mother but here I am, trying my best not to kill him while he's talking about his plan.
“ Uh-uh. I know that expression love, kill me and you won’t have you mother again. Fantastic right?” He smirk, then put some food into his mouth. Goddess! I wish he chokes and dies. Right here, right now, face down in his f*****g plate.
But of course, Theodus never chokes.
He’s a devil.
A pure devil.
" When did you get so bad?" I asked, because the last time that I remember Thedous is a good boy."
He pauses mid-sip, the rim of the wine glass hovering near his lips, and smirks. "Bad?"
