Love Me Like A Champion
And then, like her mind had been waiting for it, Xander’s face rose uninvited.
Xander Savage's stupid face! She cursed. His smirk. His stupid confidence. The way he stood on that field like the world owed him space. The way he handed that armband to Flourish Copper. The way people called her his obsessive fan and he didn't bother to correct the narrative.
Her jaw tightened.
“You were the one obsessed with me. Begging me everywhere on snap.” Freya muttered to herself, dragging a hand through her hair.
Her phone lay on the table, screen dark, but her thoughts weren’t. They dragged her backward, violently. She remembered how they locked her up in prison.