Freya's POV
I strolled over and settled into the chair across from her, crossing my legs with deliberate slowness. My hands moved in a calming gesture that I knew would irritate her further.
"Easy there. Take a seat and we can have a civilized conversation."
Cecilia Felix's eyes blazed with fury, her jaw clenched tight. Everything about her body language screamed that civilized conversation was the last thing on her mind.
But she needed something from me. That much was obvious from the way she forced herself to sit back down, swallowing whatever venom she wanted to spit.
Belinda appeared at my elbow with a steaming mug of hot cocoa, her voice dropping to a protective whisper. "I'm staying right here with you."
Smart girl. She could sense the tension crackling between us like electricity before a storm.
"So." I wrapped my fingers around the warm ceramic and took a slow sip. "What exactly do you want from me?"
