Chapter 82
Freya
I tried to speak with Orson throughout the drive home, but he kept cutting me short with his sharp glare and not replying to any of my questions.
I felt like a child who had been severely spanked, so once he parked the car, I took quick strides into the house and walked into the kitchen to get an ice pack for the swollen bump on my head.
I messed up. I should have listened to my wolf and called Orson before things got out of hand but I hadn't thought there would be a twist in plans.
The anonymous caller wasn't an informant but someone who wanted to kill me. I had deduced my conclusion from the way the driver had spoken.
The hair at the back of my neck rose as I felt a presence behind me. I held my breath and said. “Orson. I didn't hear you come in.”
