Chapter 99

Freya’s POV

“Why am I not surprised it’s you, Lucas?”

I chuckle bitterly, wiping the residue of tears in my eyes as I glare at him, hoping my gaze is hot enough to burn into the side of his head.

He steps into the room, holding a plate of what I presume is a meal to eat.

My appetite is very much non-existent, plus even daring to eat that is admitting defeat to myself.

I do not plan on spending another night here.

“It’s nice to see you too, Freya. You look… not as bad as one would expect.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Spare me the meaningless flattery.”

“I thought you girls like things like flattery. I hear it butters them up, making them more accepting.”

“Sadly, I’m not a piece of toast or the brainless chicks you go after.”

“True.”

He casually leans against the wall, wise enough not to come too close to me.

If he had, I wouldn’t waste no time scratching out his eyeballs—love interest of my best friend or n