Chapter 32

Freya’s POV

She hadn’t even given me the chance to apologize from the way she rushed through the whole getting-ready process and almost raced to class, leaving me there as early as 7:30 am in my pajamas.

Now two days and sleepless nights later; not a single word from her and not a single wink of sleep.

It literally hurt fighting with her. It felt like the pain was physical. Either that or the lack of sleep was getting to me.

Now, here I am in our presidential booth at the arena an hour before the festival events for the day begin.

I finish my third bottle of liquid stimulant to keep me going. The door behind me pulls open, revealing Silas who is also an hour early, surprisingly.

“What the…” He’s taken aback seeing me.

I probably look like shit right now.

“Shouldn’t you be somewhere in a crowd of cute girls fawning over your arrogance and giving out autographed pictures of your face?”

“Already did that.” He smirks cockily,