Chapter 29: Special

 

 Freya’s POV

By the time I was done cleaning up at Clarence’s place, my arms were sore, my back ached, and my head buzzed with everything strange that had passed between us. The coffee. The conversation. And the most unnerving of all—his concentrated gaze, settling on my skin like he was trying to pry me open and look at the version of me that lived underneath.

I didn’t stick around to make it weirder.

I just grabbed my things, thanked him again, and stepped outside.

The door clicked shut behind me.

And that’s when I realized my second mistake of the night.

Rain.

Not the soft, misty kind that clings politely to your jacket, but the kind that meant business. The sky above was an ugly patchwork of gray, and sheets of water were already spilling down like someone up there had finally cracked.

I stared at it, blinking once, twice. No umbrella. Of course.