They’re all shouting things at me, but thankfully, I can’t hear them over the engine, my music, and my racing heart.
Hoping that it’s safe to go, I press my foot to the gas and wheelspin out of the garage, leaving them with nothing but the back of my car to photograph.
My hands are still trembling by the time I get to the arena, frustration coursing through my veins.
I fucking hate that Freya is being subjected to this. I know she said she didn’t have plans to go anywhere today. But she should have the option. If she wanted to go for a walk and chat with some dogs, then she should be able to without being worried about being followed.
Fuck. I wish I had punched that asshole last night.
He’s done this, and I bet he’s grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Fucking asshole.
The second I’m out of the car, I pull my cell from my pocket and begin messaging Freya to let her know I got here and to warn her about the crowd outside the apartment.
I’m barely inside when a familiar voice hits my ears.
“Ah, so your cell does work,” Hailee points out.
Dragging my eyes from my message, I find her standing a few feet away with her hands on her hips and a fierce expression on her face.
My stomach knots.
There aren’t many people I’m intimidated by in this world, but Hailee is up there. Which is bizarre, because she’s barely five feet, but man, she is terrifying. Doesn’t stop me from giving her a little shit, though. “Apparently so. The fucking thing won’t stop ringing.”
“Funny that. Maybe it’s because I’ve been calling you.”
“Is this important? I’ve got a session I need to get to.”
“No, you don’t, I’ve postponed it. Let’s go, Hansley.”
She spins on her heels and begins marching away.
A smirk pulls at my lips as I obediently take off behind her, but before I get too far, another set of footsteps races up behind me.
“Hey, is everything okay? Is Freya okay?” Monroe asks.
I look over at our rookie, my smile growing.
“Everything is great, thank you.”
A high-pitched laugh erupts from the woman I’m following.
“Something wrong, Hails?”
She spins around again and holds my eyes. If she notices that Monroe is standing right beside me, she doesn’t show it.
“You’re lucky I love my job,” she states.
“Hi, Hailee,” Monroe sings.
She glances at him.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“Um…y-yeah. Parker…I’ve got Parker.”
Hailee’s eyes widen, silently telling him to disappear.
