FREYA’S POV
With a heavy sigh, I turned my attention back to my faulty car, determined to find a solution and make my way home. The mysteries surrounding my father's research and the impending threat of the ancient vampire order weighed heavily on my mind.
The engine of my car remained stubbornly silent, refusing to respond to my desperate attempts to bring it back to life. Deep down, I knew it was beyond repair. Yet, I used this excuse to stall, hoping that Paul would drive away, giving me the opportunity to continue on foot. My instincts told me that his presence had become too frequent, too persistent. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was intentionally seeking me out, and the thought sent a chill down my spine.
Finally, as his car receded into the distance, I gathered my resolve
