CHAPTER 43

  His eyes traveled down to Freya's feet, and he raised one lonely eyebrow.

  Whatever. She stomped her foot, seething. "You're being unreasonable! You need to stop walking so fast, too. Victoria is running after you, and her feet are all banged up."

  "Miss Parrish, hell will freeze over before you dictate my movements, in or out of my company. Don't think that you've earned the right to address me. Things might get ugly if you keep acting this way."

  She threw her hands up. "I give up. Please transfer me back to Speed. Making stories was my life's ambition, but you are a messed person. It is not worth working with you."

  What was she saying? Why was she saying that? She didn't want to go back to Speed. Yes, she loved Katharine and Oscar, but she wanted to stay there and make news. Exotic news. She just wanted him not to treat her like she didn't exist and cut Victoria some slack.