CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
RHETT’S POV
I’ve never, not in my entire twenty-eight years of my life, thought there would be a moment I’d be reduced to depending on Freya; Too be so f*****g reduced to a puppet in her hands. I spent so many years loathing her and her kind that if someone had told me one day, I’d need her this much, I would have ripped them into pieces out of sheer distaste and well, feeling a little insulted by the mere suggestion of that. Yet, here I was, trying to play it cool and appear unbothered as I waited for an answer. Freya had been in the bedroom for hours since we got back from the lunch with the Mayor and his family.
“So this is what we’ve f*****g reduced to? Waiting for her?” Ink was certainly not pleased. Sometimes I believed he had more ego than me; perhaps one the si
