~~~Freya~~~

I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “Samantha?”

“Yes,” she replied calmly, offering a small smile. “Samantha. Or you can call me Sam.”

Zoey, who was still fuming beside me, let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh. Her brain hasn't snapped yet that Samantha is also the name of Ryder's new so-called wife. Could it be her. “Oh, Samantha. Or Sam. Whatever the hell you want to be called today,” she snapped, stepping forward with her hands on her hips. “Are you blind or just plain stupid? You came speeding like a madwoman and nearly turned my friend into a hood ornament! You could’ve killed her, you reckless...