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 fucking 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...