80

FREYA

“You’re bitter.”

He points out, ambling aside while I stride violently inside.

“No shit. Where’s the bar?”

He nudges to the end of the room, hands tucked away, a mocking smirk smearing the corners of his face.

Grunting, I keep walking until I reach my destination, hiking my toes to grab a bottle from the top.

“Meeting with Aiden faltered?”

I pop the cork and gulp directly from the bottle. Of course, he knew I had met Aiden.

“I keep a close watch on all my assets.”

Scoffing, I disposed the rest of it down the drain, wiping my mouth with the back of my palm before heading to where he stood.

“Asset? That’s cute.”

I slurred, my words burning at the tip of my tongue, mixing with the alcohol.

“Did he say something to hurt your feelings? I apologize.”

Ticking his tongue in bland mockery, I balled my fists and held back an urge to smack him.

“What’s your end game? We’ve met. In the flesh. Why did you involve me?”

His eyes slowly took me in. Drawing from the top of my head,