Nina

The door swings open, and I don’t even bother looking up. I’m too pissed. But the familiar scent of leather and woodsmoke tells me it’s my father. Great.

“I’m not in the mood, Dad,” I mutter, still staring at my phone like it’ll solve my problems for me.

He lets out a long sigh as he steps into the room. “I heard about your argument with Dominic.”

My fingers clench around the phone, my temper flaring up all over again. “Seriously? Does everyone need to be in my ...