Chapter 113

“What the fuck, Freya!?” He growled at me while quickly pulling himself off of me.

He grabbed his boxers and put them back on, then abruptly turned the music off on his phone. He felt my forehead with the back of his hand while calling someone on his phone. “Linda, it's Tristan. Freya is in the second stage of the transition,” he announced in a panic.

Whoever was on the other end of the phone answered him, but I couldn't hear what they said.

“Yeah I know, it's progressing really quickly.”

The person spoke again on the phone. “Okay. Is there anything you can do to make it a little easier for her? At this rate the delusions and hallucinations won't be too far behind.”

Tristan finished getting dressed.

“Okay. See you soon and thank you.”