Freya's POV
I glanced up to see Jasper Tristan stepping out of his sleek black sedan.
Since he had arrived, I decided not to waste energy chasing after her. "Your sister just took off in a dangerous state. You need to find her now."
Jasper Tristan approached with long strides, his brow furrowed in bewilderment. "What are you talking about? Mira told me to come get you. She said you two had been drinking and needed a ride home."
"We didn't touch a drop of alcohol. I don't need your help, but you better catch up with your sister before she kills someone on the road."
Something in my tone made Jasper Tristan realize I wasn't playing games. His expression shifted instantly, and he yanked out his phone to dial Mira's number.
The call went straight to voicemail.
His jaw tightened, worry creeping into his dark eyes as he spun around and jumped back into his car.
