“Where’s my backpack,” she said, wandering through her apartment and looking for the Loungefly backpack she’d been given by her auntie several years back, back when she was on a big Disney kick. The small leather backpack would hold all her stuff, and it had no connection to Stefan.
That's what she needed. No connection to him.
She was done.
Time to purge.
Two hours later, there were boxes and bags by the door of her apartment with all of Stefan’s stuff in it. Including many of the things he’d given her. It didn’t take long to realize that many of the alleged high-end gifts he’d given her were all fake.
Throwing it all in trash bags seemed fitting.
Her phone rang.
“Listen, I’m not kidding,” she said. “Your shit is packed, and I’m having the landlord come and change the locks.”
“Over a purse?” Stefan asked.
She looked at the pile of stuff in her apartment that he’d given her, all the lies. All of it. “It’s more than a purse, and you know it. Go give one of the other women you bullshit. I’m done.”
She hung up.
Her phone rang again. “I said I’m done!”
“It’s Polly.”
Tori froze. “I’m not ready to talk to you.”
Polly was the one that started this whole mess. Part of her was still very mad that she'd said anything and started this whole chaos whirlwind.
“Well, you need to be. I need your help with this. We have to make this right.”
“I told him to get his shit. I don’t know what else I can do.”
“Please,” Polly said. “My cousin is a jerk.”
“I have a lot of other words to say about him than calling him a jerk.”
“I’m sure you do.”
"Fine. Just tell me when."
"I'll let you know."
3
“Are you ready to head out?” Olmed asked as he took a seat next to Phares on the transport. He’d recognized Phares as soon as he stepped aboard the transport. While he still wasn’t thrilled with being forced to go to this dating agency, at least it got him away from the mines for a short while.
He didn’t understand, though, how Fwan thought he needed a mate.
Kantenans had fated mates. When they met the right person, not only did they feel it, but their body even responded to the mate on a very biological level.
The idea that someone could just parade a female before him and call her his mate, it was foolish.
“I guess,” Phares said.
The way Phares spoke, Olmed wondered if Phares had his doubts as well about this dating agency’s ability to actually do what was promised.
“Think it’s time we all got away from the mines a bit,” Erzo said as he took a seat, his green tail curling around his feet as the chair adjusted to compensate for the appendage.
