Leah
Low music hummed in the background as I stepped into the bar, the heavy scent of whiskey thick in the air.
I spotted Freya easily since she was one of the five people inside, tucked into a corner booth.
Her fingers curled around a drink she hadn't so much as sipped. When her eyes lifted to meet mine, a smug smirk tugged at her lips, already grating on my nerves.
"You're here," she said as I slid into the booth across from her.
My heart was still hammering from hearing her voice over the phone.
"What the f**k is going on?" I demanded. "How is he still alive? Why didn't I know until now? And what f*****g game is he playing?"
"I see you have a lot of questions.." She lifted a hand, waving toward the bar. "Hey, Tony! Another beer!"
"I didn't come here for beer, Freya."
Her smirk
