Chapter 7
- NYRA
- "I'm not interested in whatever petty talk you have, get straight to the point," I said, dropping my bag on the counter while he slumped to a couch, legs sprawled like he owned the place.
- I frowned, almost. But I didn't want to give him the benefit of thinking that he was getting to me. But he actually was, those dirty shoes—now I have to deep clean those couches for hours.