Freya's pov

Three weeks pass before I'm ready to see my father again and when I finally text him to meet for coffee my hands shake so badly I have to retype the message four times.

He responds within seconds saying *anytime anywhere* and I stare at those two words for five minutes before I can make myself set a time and place.

The coffee shop is neutral territory halfway between campus and the academy and when I arrive early my father is already sitting at a corner table with two cups in ...