But just as I stepped towards the door, shaken, I felt the sharp press of a gun barrel against my spine. As I turned back, I only saw one of Luca’s guards, his gaze cold and predatory.
“Miss,” he said, forcing a smirk, "You aren't allowed inside."
Before I could comprehend his words, he shoved me back from the door, the metal of the gun shining under the dim light.
Due to the sudden commotion, Gracia opened the door. Her eyes widened as she found me on the ground. Her face settled into an expression of forced surprise.
“Victoria!” She gave me a long look. Her gaze roamed over my worn clothes and tired face. “You’re… home? My poor girl, prison must’ve been tough on you.”
There was a hint of mockery in her wrinkled eyes.
“Yeah, but I managed,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady and stood up.
Without delay, I stepped inside, but before I could take another step, Celestia rushed forward with a bottle of disinfectant spray.
Her lip curled in distaste. Without hesitation, she emptied half the bottle over me, drenching me from head to toe.
“Don’t take it personally, Victoria,” she mumbled. “Just making sure you’re not bringing any bad luck with you.”