FREYA POV
I watched them from a distance. Steve was standing close to Lila, looking down at her while they talked. A sharp, hot ball of anger sat in my chest. I wanted to storm out of the room right then.
I couldn’t wrap my head around what this party was even supposed to be. In my head, I’d mapped out a dozen scenarios—maybe Steve was parading me at a Mark Hayes event just to flex his possession, to make Mark burn with jealousy. But a “Recovery Party”? Seriously? The absurdity of it made my skin crawl.
"I’m Victor. It’s nice we finally got to meet," a voice interrupted my spiraling thoughts. It was the man who had physically steered me away from the center of the room moments ago.
I didn't even grant him the courtesy of a look. I kept my eyes fixed on the back of Steve’s head. "It is
