Freya's POV
I slid into the driver's seat and tossed my phone into the holder, switching it to speaker mode while buckling my seatbelt with shaking hands.
"I turned in my own father today. He'll be behind bars soon enough. At least Mom can rest peacefully now." The words came out flat, emotionless.
Mack's low chuckle filtered through the speakers. "You don't waste time."
A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Had to move fast. If I didn't, I'd be the one taking the blame. Bad enough I'm drowning in debt without adding prison time to the mix."
"Smart move. You continue to amaze me, Freya."
"Thanks, Second Master Ben." I pulled out of the parking space, my pulse quickening at his praise. "So why the call?"
"Just checking on that arm of yours. How's it healing?"
I glanced down at my right arm, surprised I'd forgotten about the injury entirely. Rolling up my sleeve, I examined the fading mark.
"Good as new. Doesn't even ache anymore. Thanks for asking."
"Good to hear."
