Freya’s POV

What an annoying prick!

With my arms folded tightly across my chest, I stormed across campus, uncaring of the cold air biting against my sleeves. Even now, miles away from that damned professor, I couldn’t clear my head of what happened in Finerman’s office. The nerve of that man—to act like he had me all figured out, like I was some aggressive case study in a textbook… Ridiculous!

Why did such a stuck-up man have to be my professor? If he weren’t ...