Freya's POV
The evening wrapped around me like a familiar shawl as I stood outside my apartment, waiting. Just after eight, Johnny pulled up with my car. The familiar rumble of the engine was a welcome sound after the day's chaos.
"Here you go," he said, tossing me the keys.
I caught them with my good hand, my ankle throbbing dully despite the painkillers. "Thanks. How much was the repair bill? I'll reimburse you."
Johnny flopped onto my sofa with the casual familiarity of a longtime colleague, stretching his long limbs. "No idea."
"What do you mean?" My brow furrowed. "You didn't pay to pick up the car?"
"Nobody asked for money." He shrugged. "They just handed over the keys when I said I was picking up your car."
I froze, my wolf Selene immediately alert in my mind.
