Lying to John's face was deadly. He caught you lying twice and forgave you, giving you chances — after all, you were his soft spot.

The rough grip on your neck made it impossible to move; a wrong step and it would be broken. “Reasons why I should let you live?” he looked surprisingly calm, which was even more frightening than if he lost his temper.

He shook you up. The cold blue eyes no longer showed the puppy-like affection towards you.