FREYA'S POV
"Just drive."
The cab driver looks at me through the rearview mirror. "Where to?"
"I do not know. Just away. Please." My hands are shaking. My whole body is shaking. "Just drive."
He shrugs and pulls into traffic. I sink into the back seat and try to breathe. Try to stop seeing Adrian's face. His eyes. The blood on his hands.
Kelvin's blood.
He almost killed him. Right there in the restaurant. Would have killed him if I had not been there. Would have ripped out his throat without hesitation.
That is what Adrian is. What he has been hiding under all the control. All the patience. All the careful words and gentle touches.
A monster.
My phone buzzes. I pull it out. Low battery. Fifteen percent. And dozens of missed calls. Adrian. Marcus. Numbers I do not recognize.
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