“Leave your shit at the door, I don’t want a fucking flyer,” Bradley grumbled when the knocking at her room persisted, opening one eye to squint at the door as it hung ajar. “Did you not hear me? Die in a hole.”
Shifting to pound his fist against the door once more, he grumbled under his breath tugging his coat closed. “You’re going to be the one in a damn hole if you don’t open this door, I hope you realize that.”












