"Yeah." I end the call and my thoughts slide to Freya. Her ash-blonde hair framing that deceptively sweet face. Her mouth has grown rougher now than I remember, but somehow it’s still cute. A smile tugs at my lips. I yank it back to a frown.
I failed to convince her I have no feelings for her. She won't let this go. She is more stubborn than I am when she sets her mind to something. But she has grown. I suppress a groan as last night flashes through my mind: her thigh pressed to mine, her lips inches away; I could have just–
Shut up. My fist clenches on the table. I don't have time for this. I came back for one thing and one thing only: to take what belongs to me. And it is not Freya. No matter how much I missed her, yearned for her, loved her until I couldn't breathe, I didn't return
