Freya POV
I jumped straight up, nearly tripping over my own boots.
“Why would you do that if you already organised for me to go out?” I hissed.
Jensen just stood there laughing.
Not a normal laugh either—full body, head tipped back, completely unbothered laughter.
“It’s not funny,” I snapped, trying and failing to glare at him properly. “Stop laughing.”
Unfortunately, his laugh was infectious.
Within seconds my own lips twitched, then suddenly I was laughing too.
“Traitor,” I muttered to myself.
Still grinning, Jensen closed the distance between us and lifted me effortlessly until our faces were level. My breath caught as his forehead rested against mine, his nose brushing softly against my own.
The bond instantly sparked to life again.
Warmth flooded through my chest.
“I will
