Author’s POV
Chloe got to the bank and Freya dragged her to a nearby coffee shop so they could talk. She noticed the panicked look on Chloe’s face and wondered what could have happened to make her friend so paranoid.
“What would you like to drink?” Freya asked but Chloe shook her head. What was wrong with her was way more than drinking coffee.
“Just sit down and let me get this out of my system.” She answered, rubbing her palms together with a nervous expression on her face.
Freya shook her head. “Before you talk to me, you should at least drink something. You look like someone who just ran a marathon. Wait here while I go get us espressos,” Freya smiled and left before Chloe could object. She returned a minute later with two cups of coffee, dropped one in front of Chloe and sipped fro
