Freya’s POV
Determined to distance myself from Ezren, I threw myself into finding the source of the wolfsbane since no new evidence regarding the will was surfacing, even with the audio file in hand.
“You have to be kidding me,” was all I said, walking out of Hotel Raven, the same hotel Kael took me to last week. I clutched my purse and strolled down the street, needing some fresh air after the interaction with the manager.
Dozens of people hurried up and down the streets of downtown. I matched their pace and wandered past different storefronts, trying to process that the CCTV had been erased. There was nothing showing Kael bringing me in through the kitchen or up the service elevator.
I groaned inwardly, sure Kael had gotten to it first. Hell, he could have paid the basterds to turn
