~Maeve~
“Where’s boy toy? Wait, should I say man toy, instead?” Freya asks me, minutes after Dylan and Aiden had run off doing whatever agents like them do. The burial is over and the crowd’s slowly disappearing, while the Noah, Freya and I hang out where I had previously met the bureau men. Scowling at her, I say, “Don’t talk like that, Freya. He’s not- it’s not like that.”
“Okay, but where is her?” Her face still looks suggestive but I ignore her because if and when gets an idea, she never lets go of it until she gets a new one. Her problem, not mine. Noah stands across from the two of us, actively avoiding any eye contact with Freya, but discreetly sporting a bitter look whenever our eyes meet. Acting like I am not paying attention to his sour face, I shrug and answer Freya inst
