C91 Drinking Problem
I scrunch my nose as I enter Theo’s room—lavender mixed with alcohol. The windows are closed and there are over a dozen bottles of alcohol on the coffee table. Princess Kissa is not here. Theo is leaning over the couch with his arms covering his eyes.
“Harbin, I said don’t nag me,” he says. “I want to be alone, unless you can force her to come see me, then don’t come here
