âLeave your shit at the door, I donât want a fucking flyer,â Bradley grumbled when the knocking at her room persisted, opening one eye to squint at the door as it hung ajar. âDid you not hear me? Die in a hole.â
Shifting to pound his fist against the door once more, he grumbled under his breath tugging his coat closed. âYouâre going to be the one in a damn hole if you donât open this door, I hope you realize that.âÂ

















