Freya’s POV
What an annoying prick!
With my arms folded tightly across my chest, I stormed across campus, uncaring of the cold air biting against my sleeves. Even now, miles away from that damned professor, I couldn’t clear my head of what happened in Finerman’s office. The nerve of that man—to act like he had me all figured out, like I was some aggressive case study in a textbook… Ridiculous!
Why did such a stuck-up man have to be my professor? If he weren’t so annoyingly good-looking, I would’ve… would’ve cussed the hell out of him and completely embraced the bully impression he had of me. But now I have to make this stubborn-as-a-mule man see me in a different light? How the hell am I supposed to do that when he won’t even listen?
Whatever. He can think whatever he wants—for now.