FREYA'S POV.
This is going to be a long conversation and an even longer night, that I can tell.
Marshall doesn't look happy. Too bad I wasn't exactly the most happy person on the planet right now either.
I stayed silent, feigning nonchalance as I leaned back with my hands behind me on the bed.
Marshall on the other hand...
He looks impossibly tensed up and I couldn't help but wonder if he was breathing at all. A part of me felt guilty that I was doing this to him but he left me no other choice. I can know it. I can tell. He wouldn't talk to me, not unless I found a way to force it out of him.
I promise I'll apologize for everything later.
With that thought in mind, I forced myself to stay in character.
I asked, decidng if he wasn't going to give me anything about my father's death
