Kane
As I pushed open the door to Freya’s room, the soft candlelight flickered across her face, casting shadows that made her eyes seem even more vibrant. She looked up from where she was lounging on the bed, her back propped up against a sea of pillows, and smiled at me.
“Hey,” she said softly, her voice lilting in that playful tone she used when she sensed something was up.
“You’re late.”
I chuckled as I crossed the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her. I reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, savoring the way her skin felt warm under my fingertips. She raised an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to explain myself. Il
“I had something to take care of,” I replied, keeping my voice casual, even though I could feel my heart racing. This wasn’t a conversatio
