Chapter 229 Naomi

• Naomi
• I grumbled as I picked up the simple sandwich, forcing myself to take small bites. It tasted like sawdust in my mouth, but I managed to get it down with the glass of water, which Ilsa filled once I had drained it. “Now,” she said, settling in the chair next to me with Roman leaning against the wall behind her, his eyes ever watchful for danger that would affect his pregnant wife. “Tell me everything.”
• So I did. I told Ilsa about our plan and how it had backfired when Jon hadn’t taken the bait. I told her about him coming to the mansion and what Jon had tried to do before Gavril showed up and had been injured. “Jon is dead,” I finished, twisting my hands together in my lap. “I killed him.” Though I knew I should feel remorse for taking a life, I didn’t. Jon had done some horrible things to me and nearly killed my husband. He deserved what he had gotten.