Freya’s POV

We arrived at the mall, and to my surprise, I was still in one piece — no broken bones, no bruises, and no one reported injured. “Anyone” would have been me, though.

Halfway into the mall, something important struck me — the credit card.

How on earth were we supposed to pay for the stuff?

Noticing that I’d stopped, Racheal turned with a look that said, “What now?”

“We don’t have a credit card,” I blurted. “How are we going to pay?”

She let out a ...