FREYA'S POV
“Freya, he doesn’t want me… he has some girl he likes. And why do you even need me to get close to him?”
“That’s on a need-to-know basis,” I said, passing the room. I thought this was going to work. I had it all planned out in my head—she would be what leads to his downfall.
“I’m done with this… whatever this is.”
I turned to look at her. “You are not done until I say you are. If you want my family’s help, you will do exactly as I say.” I leaned in closer. “I know what you did when you were in college.”
Panic spread across her face. “I… I don’t know what you are talking about…”
“Yes, you do. James’s mother made everything disappear, but I know your reckless driving killed someone that night—and I can make everything resurface.”
She froze, surprised by my words. I just sm
