Freya’s POV
I was supposed to meet Kael in a private room at the back of the Italian restaurant. As I stepped out from the back seat of the car, I noticed the dim glow from the large glass windows in the front of the building created a romantic ambience. Many of the couples inside held hands and leaned toward one another. This wasn’t the kind of atmosphere I needed tonight with Kael.
Closing the door behind me dread scurried down my spine like a wave of spiders. This was the restaurant Kael, and I had gone on many dates together. Why didn’t I realize what restaurant we were meeting at until now?
I pulled the black calf length jacket tight around my body, buttoned every button, and tied the belt in place around my waist. I didn’t want Kael to see the red dress I had on under it. I hoped
