"Okay," she nods with this determined look, like I just handed her a sacred mission. "Uh, should I give you mine?"
"Not necessary. Just call me." I know I sound stiff, even to myself, but this isn’t the moment I need to act. And while Freya’s waiting for me to fumble, she has no idea how good I am at pretending.
“Alright then, um… goodnight.” Sophie gives Freya a pointed look, as if to ask if there’s more.
“I’ll escort my brother back. You get some rest, Sophie,” Freya says, her eyes alight. For all the torment she hopes this arrangement brings me, she genuinely likes Sophie being here.
Once Sophie closes the door, I lean down and murmur, “Are you happy?”
She blinks up at me like I’ve just exposed her.
“You are,” I grin.
She laughs, loops her arm through mine, and says, “Dear brothe
