Freya
Adrian’s words hung in the air like a noose. I glared at him, trying to understand why he’d been going through this whole stress just because of last night.
Well, I'll show him. I’m innocent.
I squared my shoulders before taking my seat across from professor Xander, tension choking the air like thick smoke.
Adrian settled quietly on the leather chair at the side, observing like a predator watching his prey. The room had fallen quiet, except for the soft tick of the wall clock.
Adrian began, naturally easing Xander into the conversation with a few neutral questions. He answered smoothly, confident in each word he spoke.
But then Adrian suddenly shifted the conversation, guiding it toward my patent, the one Professor Xander had claimed as his own.
I felt my pulse begin to
