Freya's POV
As the car sped down the winding road, my mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Logan's callous disregard for my feelings stung, but the intense physical attraction that drew me to him was undeniable.
The night air was cool as we arrived at the party, the lights of the grand estate casting a warm, golden glow over the sprawling grounds. As we stepped from the car, Logan's hand rested at the small of my back, a possessive gesture that sent a shiver down my spine.
The silence in the car had been oppressive, the tension building with each passing mile. My heart beat like the wings of a trapped bird, my pulse racing with the weight of Logan's proximity.
As we stepped away from the car and into the crisp night air, I drew in a deep breath, relishing the relief
