Freya
I stared at Blaze, completely taken aback by the question he just asked. My mind couldn’t process it for a moment, and I found myself blurting out.
"What do you mean by that?" He didn’t hesitate, just repeated the question in a calm, almost too casual tone, as if we were talking about the weather. But we weren’t. This was much darker, much more twisted than any small talk could ever be.
"Would you take the opportunity, Freya?" he asked again, his eyes locked on mine like he was testing me.
I took a breath, still feeling a little off-balance. "Blaze, you already know the answer to that," I said, my voice harder than I expected it to be.
"You saw what happened. You witnessed it." I couldn't believe I had to remind him. He was there, after all—he saw the whole damn thing. How could
