Chapter 83
- KESTER.
- "What the fuck are you doing here?" The disgust in my voice was thick enough to cut through steel. My grip on the door tightened as I stared at her—the absolute last person I wanted to see.
- June had the audacity to smile, tilting her head like I'd just asked her to move in. "I'm happy to see you too, Kester," she teased, then reached down to grab her suitcase, stepping forward like she belonged here.