Freya’s POV

The car ride was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Clarence didn’t speak much, and I didn’t mind. I was too busy staring out the window with my thoughts all over the place.

I hadn’t asked where we were going exactly, but the moment the streets widened and the buildings grew shinier, I knew.

I’d walked this district maybe three times in my whole life. Once with my mother, when we were just passing through, and she told me ...