CHAPTER 27: SILVER-LINED WALLS

FREYA'S POV:

I read the message on my phone for the tenth time since I had received it.

She had given little to no detail on what we were going to talk about — if she had gotten over our argument, if she was still pissed. Her words had been very curt and simple.

‘We need to talk, meet me below the school in the basement.’

She proceeded to give a most detailed direction on how to get there, probably imagining that I’d have trouble finding my way.

Honestly, it felt a little ominous to me but I’m desperate right now. If she was finally ready to let me in, I would do it in a place she was most comfortable in — even if it was below the school, in restricted areas students were not allowed to walk into.

But would she really forgive me? Would we go back to how things were?

A part of me begins regretting rejecting Silas’ offer to tag along. I had seen it as an effort to only bother me further but the company would have done well to keep my negative thoughts at