Chapter 7
Chapter 7
“No way, Mia gets to the hospital first. Nothing happens to her–nothing else matters compared to her safety!”
Jasper’s frantic, panicked shout was the last thing Freya heard before everything went black…
Treya felt like she’d been trapped in an endless nightmare.
When she finally came to, Elena Whitemore was sitting beside her, eyes puffy and red.
“Freya! I just landed and heard about the crash. Doctors said you nearly bled out–they almost lost you. I was freaking out!”
Seeing her best friend, all the pain Freya had bottled up came flooding out.
Her eyes filled as she finally broke down, reaching for Elena.
“I’m okay, really…”
The two friends clung to each other before Elena helped Freya sip some water. Remembering the doctor’s advice to keep things light, Elena changed gears.
“So how’s life been treating you? Has my jackass brother been behaving himself? And what about that guy you mentioned? When do I get to meet him? I need to vet him–if he’s not treating you like a queen, he’s history.”
Freya’s expression went flat.
“Your brother keeps things professional. He’s fine. As for the guy… that’s over.”
Elena hadn’t expected such a quick dismissal and jumped to damage control.
“His loss! As Ariana says, “Thank u, next!‘ I know tons of single guys I could hook you up with!”
Before she could finish, the door swung open as Jasper strode in, scowling.
“Hook her up with what? Absolutely not. Those players you hang with aren’t good enough to tie her shoes.”
Hearing him shut it down so quickly, Elena rolled her eyes.
“What players? God, Jasper, they’ve dated like two people each. Not everyone’s pathetically hung up on one person like you are with Mia Carter. And anyway, since when do you get a vote in my best friend’s love life?”
Jasper’s jaw tightened instantly, his voice hardening.
“I said no setups means no setups. You can’t manufacture chemistry. Stop playing Cupid.”
Right. You can’t force feelings.
Too bad it took her four years to figure that out.
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Chapter 7
Freya smiled thinly, squeezing Elena’s hand while giving Jasper a detached look.
“Elena’s just messing around, Mr. Whitemore. Did you need something?”
Seeing her stable, Jasper visibly relaxed.
He almost admitted he came to check on her, but caught himself.
“Nothing major. Elena bolted here straight from JFK. I came to drag her home later, and see how you’re doing”
“Whatever, bro. I’ll be home tonight. Now beat it. Freya’s seriously hurt–don’t you dare drop any work on her desk.”
With that, Elena physically herded him toward the door.
Once alone, Elena started talking up her brother.
“Don’t let his whole Ice King routine fool you. He actually gives a damn about you. The nurse told me you were circling the drain yesterday–he called every hospital in Manhattan looking for blood donors to save you.”
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
