Freya;
Pacing back and forth in front of my car, with my arms hugging my chest, I can’t help but wonder why the bastard wants to have a word with me.
Never have we been best of friends or even pretended to be one. He hates me as much as I do hate him. But right now…. Right f*****g now, he wants to have some words with me.
As much as I try to make sense of what the bastard is up to, it still doesn't make sense. And the strangest of this is the fact he wants to see me behind my Father’s back. He knows it’s forbidden.
We’ll both have our heads cut off if Father finds out about this meeting.
The bright lights from his car reflect on my face, sending my eyes into momentary blindness. My hand hold up at my face as a low rumbling growl vibrates through my chest.
He turns the light off.
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