CHAPTER 27: SILVER-LINED WALLS

FREYA'S POV:

I read the message on my phone for the tenth time since I had received it.

She had given little to no detail on what we were going to talk about if she had gotten over our argument, if she was still pissed. Her words had been very curt and simple.

'We need to talk, meet me below the school in the basement.'

She proceeded to give a most detailed direction on how to get there, probably imagining that I'd have trouble finding my way.

Honestly, it ...