I swerve round, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but stop before the words leave my lips. It's not Silas; it's just one of his friends that follows him around.
I suddenly feel so stupid for thinking he would actually chase after me.
He doesn't care, Freya. You were just a toy to him. Plus, you're the one who wanted him gone.
My chest constricts.
"Hey." He passes a friendly smile, running his finger through his curly dark brown hair.
I try to hide the disappointment from my face quickly.
"Hey." I respond back, looking elsewhere—not in the mood for anything.
"Guess I'm not who you were expecting?" He smiles nervously.
I just make a sound at the back of my throat, nodding my head. "Did he send you out of pity?"
I ask. I wouldn't be surprised if he had.
"No, I'm here on my own."
