Nate didn’t have anything against tú before. She seems sweet, pretty, and she’s clearly a smart fucking person. Even if she’s friends with Rue and Jules.
But she just had to be fucking nosy.
He doesn’t know how she did it, but she went digging and found out about Cal’s double life—the hookups, the recordings, everything. Even the one with Jules. Freya became an unpredictable variable.
And Nate fucking hates unpredictability.
He’s been stalking her for the past couple days—following her around, learning her routine. Trying to figure out when the best time to confront her would be.
Her room was easy enough to break into, the house empty for the night. Her family must be out. He makes sure to close the window behind him before looking around, the handgun tucked into his waistband.
He takes in every fucking detail he can around her room before getting comfortable in a chair in the corner. He makes sure to check and load the gun, leaning back in the dark to wait for her.
He’s just going to… scare her a bit.
