RYDER
“Freya!” I roared, storming into her apartment.
A lazy laugh drifted from down the hallway.
“I love it when you yell my name,” Freya slurred.
She emerged from her bedroom with an unsteady sway in her step, clearly drunk. A thin, sheer nightdress clung to her body, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The red panties beneath it were visible, and the material was so transparent that her bare breasts could be seen through it.
A seductive smile spread across her lips as she slowly approached me. “You like what you_”
My hand shot out and wrapped around her throat.
Her eyes widened in shock as I squeezed tighter, cutting off her air.
“Did you reach out to Liora?” I growled.
Freya clawed desperately at my wrist, her nails digging into my skin as she struggled to pry my hand a
