Freya's POV
Lucian I Need
Lucian's call kept coming and interrupting my fun, I really don't know what his plans were. Well, I ignored his call once, twice, but by the third call, Ares grunts in frustration and tosses my phone to me, wiping his mouth from where he had been tracing heat around my p***y. I roll my eyes, picking up the phone with a sigh.
“Freya”
I hang up, only the sound of his voice is enough to irritate me to no end. But of course, Lucian Draven won’t let things go that easily. My phone rings again. This time, I looked up to the ceiling, and all I could think of Lucian at the moment was all those witches in the old Viking community that has no other job but stress you.
“What, Lucian?” I snap, sitting up and fixing my dress.
“Lose the attitude, Freya. Get your ass back
