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Chapter 8
Freya’s pov Running into the hard string surface, it sent me back. I yelped as I lost my balance and was going butt down on the ground. Just as I was about to make contact with the floor two large arms had their arms around me, catching me just in time. My hands by reflex went up and were wrapped around my savior's neck. He balanced me and I gazed into his gold coloured eyes. I saw where his infatuation or should I say his obsession for gold came from. Even his were good and they were pretty. But before I started drooling and dreaming about his looks, it wasn’t time for that. His hold was posited on me and so was his gaze. Eluding a quizzical feature, probably wondering why I was running in the hallway like someone that was being chased by a ghost. Yes I was being chased, but I never
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