Freda's POV

“Look at me when I am talking to you.” He said harshly, and I quickly tilted my head to look at him, heaving a sigh of fear. My breath suddenly stopped as I gazed at the frown on his face. I had never seen so much rage in the face of a man before, not even Hardin. I thought as I tried to look at his face but was unable to look. He came to me closer and whispered in my ear, clearing his throat slightly. I closed my eyes slowly, inhaling deeply as I waited for him to talk.

“You really think I would let go of...