Chapter hundred and thirty one
Jason had no idea how long he laughed. It was the type of laughter was laced with acid and contempt. Jason wasn't sure who he was laughing at, maybe it was at himself or at Naya. He would figure it out later.
Slowly the laughter stopped and he sat on the bed, he was suddenly tired and he just wanted a place to sit and gather his thoughts. When he had stormed into Naya's room earlier he wanted answers to his questions but he had no idea how to react afterwards. He wasn't just mentally drained, he felt a little bit betrayed by her. It was a feeling he didn't really appreciate.
Naya wiped the first tears that fell from her eyes. She had expected his reaction to the truth but she had no way of softened the blow. He looked so down and disturbed that it tugged at her heart. She took the plastic chair that was discarded near the door and brought it closer to sit down in front him.
