Play Me Like You Mean It
I sat on the couch flipping through N*****x titles, searching for anything that felt light enough to distract me, when the doorbell rang.
I sighed. I instantly assumed Lauren had decided to show up in person.
I stood and walked toward the door, shaking my head, already preparing a speech in my mind. When I opened it, I nearly choked.
Mice Arnold stood there.
He wore a calm expression that felt like he was here to inspect my entire life.
I blinked. “How did you even find out where I live?”
He chuckled quietly. “Mira, I am a man with great power. I get what I want. Finding your address was not difficult.”