Chapter 19
FREYA'S POV
My fingers remained frozen around the door knob while my stomach twisted in knots.
His question hung heavy in the air between us and it seemed to echo in my head.
For all I knew, I was practically invisible during the masquerade ball, except to the creepy old man who tried to get a dance and the nameless man who had saved me. And this man seated here was not the creepy one...
"Don't you remember?" He said again when he noticed I had still not moved.
"You mentioned your name that night," he stated.
"It's Freya, isn't it? The mysterious lady, or whatever," he said, mimicking what I had said that day and my eyes widened, surprised that he still remembered that playful, insignificant part of our conversation.
The more my mind replayed all that had happened th
