Freya’s POV

The door clanked shut behind her, sealing the three of us in.

Stella took a slow step inside, her arms still crossed, that same smug look painted on her face.

She wasn’t shocked to see me. She wasn’t even curious. She looked... satisfied.

She’d been expecting this.

“You know,” she said, her voice almost sweet, “I saw you the moment you stepped into the club.”

Just my luck—shittier than ever.

Her heels clicked once ...