CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: LETTING GO
FREYA’S POV
There was something off about Rhett this morning. He was acting strange; almost as though he gave a s**t about me. Like I said; very strange. Unconsciously I grabbed a handful of salted peanuts from the bowl in front of me, eyes narrowed as I searched inside my head for a plausible explanation. What if this sudden dinner date was a ploy to infiltrate the mafia through me? I mean, you can never underestimate the werewolves and the uncanny ability to be sneaky, little monsters. Well, Rhett would have to come up with much more convincing plan than that. If he thinks I’m easy to fool, then he had something else coming.
“What’s with the look? Trying to kill someone or what?” John walked into my office, dipping his hands into the bowl of peanuts as h
