Chapter 15: Interrogation

 

Freya’s POV

Pa—

The crack of my palm against skin echoed louder than it should have.

But what followed was worse—nothing.

The man didn’t flinch. Didn’t yell.

He just stared.

His cheek was still tilted from the impact, my hand frozen midair like I was the one who’d done something wrong. Seconds ago, his skin had felt warm under my palm. Now it felt like stone.

I couldn’t breathe.

His gray eyes met mine—

Clear. Cold. Familiar.

No.

It wasn’t the beer-bellied guy or some rando.

It was someone worse.

Clarence.

Professor Clarence Finerman.

I blinked. Once. Twice. My brain refused to connect the dots.

This had to be some hallucination. Some shame-drenched dream spillover.

It couldn’t be real.

Because if it was...

Then I just slapped my professor.

Nope. Time to sleep this off. This was a nightmare. Just like the sex dream.

I’d wake up. Everything would be fine.

I flopped back onto the pillows, heart thudding, face on fire.

I shut my eyes. Pretended. Hoped.