”FREYA POV
“What if I refuse?”
The words left my mouth, and a terrifying silence followed—a heavy, suffocating one.
My heart slammed hard against my ribs, loud enough I was sure he could hear it. But I didn’t look away. I forced myself to keep staring at him, waiting for the explosion.
He didn’t answer immediately; after another long silence, his eyes dragged down slowly to the diamond ring on my finger before crawling back up to my face. Then he smiled. I mean, a real dark smile.
“Go ahead and refuse,” he said.
My stomach dropped.
“What?” I blinked. “Go on, Freya… refuse.” He tilted his head slightly, watching me like he was actually enjoying this.
I felt completely thrown out.
God.
“Are you daring me?” I asked, my voice thin.
“Am I?”
He said while his eyes stayed fixed on
