Stina was packing her bags, her heart churning with a mix of relief, sadness, and anxiety at the thought of leaving this place. Just then, a sharp rap at the door broke the silence.
She got up and opened the door.
When she saw who was standing there, her brows instinctively furrowed. “What do you want now?”
Ladarrius’s face was flushed, reeking of cheap booze—clearly, he’d been drinking heavily.
He flashed a drunken smirk as he leaned closer. “Stina, I was wrong. Please forgive me.”
The stench of alcohol hit her like a wave, making her stomach churn. What kind of day was this? First Tanae, and now him! It seemed like the scum of the earth was lining up to harass her.
“You’re not welcome here. Leave,” she said, turning to shut the door. But Ladarrius suddenly grabbed her arm, yanking
