Chapter 65 Screwed
- Nica groaned, pressing her fingers to her temples. She felt as if her bones were made of water. After weeks of this job, fatigue had finally caught up with her.
- “Feeling sick?” Old Evan asked as he stepped out.
- “A little,” she mumbled. She couldn’t afford to fall ill—this job was her only distraction from thinking about him, from crying over his harsh words that night.