~~~Freya~~~

The time has finally come.

This was the moment I’d been waiting for — the perfect, delicious crack in Dylan’s pathetic little world. After everything he did to me, after abandoning me at the altar like I was nothing, he still had the audacity to stand here demanding answers.

I looked down at his hand gripping my wrist, then slowly lifted my gaze to meet his eyes. He looked wrecked — eyes glassy, face flushed, breathing ragged. The special drink Zoey had arranged was clearly doing its job.

I yanked my wrist out of Dylan’s grip so hard he stumbled a step back.

“Helloo…What the fuck is wrong with...