Avery's POV
"Get to work, bitch."
I bit my lip, and immediately reached for the brush I was using before, I continued cleaning the room while Devon went to sit on a couch, his eyes following my every movement.
It took about thirty minutes before I was finally done. I packed the cleaning equipments together before turning to him.
"I am done." I said, and he scoffed.
"You are done? Clean it again, it's not clean enough." He said and my eyes widened. "What!"
"Now!" He ordered, his voice cold and deep but I didn't bulge, I still insisted.
"I can not do it, It's clean enough."
I watched as he chuckled standing up from the couch and walking to me.
"You wanna die?"
I gulped nothing as I stared at his terrifyingly cold face. "I..." He grabbed my neck before I could speak.
"It seems you are already growing wings. Who do you think you are to question me?!" He growled at my face.