Freya's POV
Just What I Needed
“Where are you going?” I ask, my voice laced with curiosity.
“I thought you needed a ride.” His response is simple, but it answers everything.
We walk for a while until we arrive on an empty street with only a few cars. It's easy to spot Lucian's, given how expensive it looks compared to the others parked nearby. He pops open the trunk of his Lamborghini Huracán just as my phone rings.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Hi, it's me. We caught the guy, but... there's a bit of a problem."
I sigh. "What now?"
"Someone's tailing us. I think it's Alaric, you know, best friend of our enemy."
If only she knew that very enemy was standing right in front of me.
A cold wind sweeps past, and I shiver, cursing myself for forgetting my jacket. Stupid mistake.
Lucian sighs as
