Freya's POV
The silence stretched between us before Mack Ben finally spoke, his voice uncertain. "Is that truly the only reason?"
My excuse seemed to be working on him.
"What else would it be?" I shot back with practiced confidence.
Thank goodness we were talking over the phone. Face to face, my composure would have crumbled completely.
"I assumed you were running from me. Planning to disappear forever." His tone carried an edge of irritation that made my pulse quicken.
My heart hammered against my ribs, but I managed a steady laugh. "You're being paranoid. We ended things ages ago. If I wanted to vanish, I would have done it by now."
Another stretch of quiet filled the line.
I knew this was my cue to end the call. The longer we talked, the higher the chance I'd slip up and expose myself.
Just as I prepared to say goodbye, his next words stopped me cold. "You moved apartments."
The blood drained from my face. He'd been looking for me again.
