Chapter 124. I’ll Rip Your Fucking Tongue

Freya POV

The time has finally come.

This was the moment I’d been waiting for — the perfect, delicious crack in Dylan’s pathetic little world. After everything he did to me, after abandoning me at the altar like I was nothing, he still had the audacity to stand here demanding answers.

I looked down at his hand gripping my wrist, then slowly lifted my gaze to meet his eyes. He looked wrecked — eyes glassy, face flushed, breathing ragged. The special drink Zoey had arranged was clearly doing its job.

I yanked my wrist out of Dylan’s grip so hard he stumbled a step back.

“Helloo…What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snapped, voice sharp and loud enough for the people nearby to hear. “What’s your business? Who the hell do you think you are to ask me that?”

Dylan’s eyes were wild, desperate. He stepped closer again, breathing fast. “Look Freya, we’re in public. It’d won’t be nice if we start yelling at the top of our voice. So, telll me, Freya. Wh