Aiden

Freya scowled as I closed the door behind me. She sat on my desk legs crossed like she owned the place. The kid I slapped downstairs stood up immediately pale and jittery as he tried not to meet my eyes.

"It's rude to keep a girl waiting, Aiden," she purred.

I ignored her and nodded toward the kid. "Is he important?"

She leaned in and whispered, "Just someone Julian asked me to babysit."

"Get out," I said.

He hesistated, glancing toward her.

Freya shrugged. "Don't look at ...