Jason's POV
The next morning, I began preparing breakfast for all of us. With one more added to our number, I now had to cook for her as well.
I sighed, helpless and irritated. J'ust for Roman's sake, so he won't lose his shit again. Otherwise, I wouldn't lift a finger for that bitch.'
I rummaged through the fridge, trying to figure out what I could make that she'd be allowed to eat—or could even digest in her state. I didn't want Roman to think I was deliberately ignoring her needs.
Still unsure, I decided to ask Roman directly. If he had something in mind, he couldn't blame me afterward. Unfortunately, that meant going to her room as Roman was there.
I didn't bother knocking. If she got startled and started screaming like a lunatic again, I wasn't in the mood to deal with hysterics, not first thing in the morning.
The room appeared empty when I walked in. Roman wasn't there, and the bitch was not on the bed either.
Have they already moved to the side house?
