Chapter 12. I’m Leaving!

Freya’s POV

The phone kept buzzing in my hand. My stomach dropped so fast I almost threw up.

It was my dad.

Tristan Lennox.

After I publicly humiliated the family at the wedding.

After I slept with Ryder and Dylan walked in on us. Of course Dylan must have told him what happened by now. I was too angry at that time to think of the consequence of sleeping with Ryder.

Now look at my condition.

My fingers shook so badly I almost dropped the phone.

I didn’t want to answer.

I didn’t want to hear his voice. He always uses that cold, disappointed tone with me, like I was the biggest mistake he ever made.

But I couldn’t ignore it either.

I swiped to answer, held the phone to my ear, and whispered, “Hello?”

“Freya.”

His voice was flat, void of warmth.

“Come home. Now. We need to talk.”

My throat closed.

“O-okay,” I managed, voice barely audible.

He hung up.

I stared at the blank