Freya

I swallowed hard, my voice coming out small and shaky. “I’m sorry… I’m just trying to say I need to be at the hospital. My grandma is sick! If I’m not there in time, she might die.”

Lila stared at me for a long second, then smiled, a slow, wicked smile that made my skin crawl with disgust and fear.

“There’s no way the president would ever sleep with a low life like you,” she said, her tone dripping with mockery.

I breathed in a shaky wave of relief. Atleast she didn't doubt me.

Then she continued, her voice turning sickly sweet. “For the first time, I can see...