FREYA'S POV
"I need to go to the bank."
Adrian looks up from his phone. We are still in the kitchen. Still standing close. The almost kiss hanging between us like smoke. "What?"
"The bank. My mother left things in a safe deposit box. I need to get them." I step back. Put distance between us. "Today. Now."
"Freya it might not be safe. Going out in public—"
"I do not care. My mother left me answers and I need them." I cross my arms. "You can come with me or I can go alone. Your choice."
His jaw tightens. I can see him fighting with himself. Wanting to say no. Wanting to lock me in this penthouse where nothing can touch me.
"Fine." He sets his phone down. "But we do this my way. My car. I drive. And if I say we leave we leave. No arguments."
"Fine."
"And you stay close to m
