Freya’s P.O.V

A shiver ran down my spine and while Nigel kept talking about his daughter, I froze, turning slightly while swiveling my head around the entire section. I didn't know, but why did it seem more like someone was watching me or worse, following me?

And at the same time, why could I smell Thorne?

My stomach tied a knot and I brushed my hands through the back of my neck because I saw no one except for the customers who went about with their daily business.

Could Thorne have followed me?

No.

I doubted that.

He was currently busy with the moon festival and right now, he didn't...