JAYDEN
I look at my watch for the sixth time in the last fifteen minutes. It's nearly eight o'clock now, and Freya has yet to arrive.
I sigh again and take another long drag on my cigarette. I'd been getting pointed looks from airport security and various passersby all evening, but I couldn't care less. This cigarette is probably the only way I'll be able to deal with Freya for the duration of the vehicle ride and whatever occurs afterward.
I look down at my watch, then back at the entryway — no sign of the woman.
Another drag.
This is going to be a very long night.
It'd been a long couple of days, stretched out by my unpleasant lectures, challenging courses, and the wrath that flared up whenever I thought of what my father had forced me to do.
I’d spent hours in my room at first,
