Bradley remained silent, his lifeless gaze fixed on her with no focus. On the other hand, Freya felt an inexplicable warmth, as if the opposing but intertwined sensations of ice and fire were raging within her.
Freya was intimidated by his intense stare, despite his inability to see, and she found herself instinctively hugging her body and crossing her arms.
Part of her wanted to run away, but Bradley grabbed her hand and drew her into his embrace.
As Freya curled up against his chest, she sensed a rush of emotions, as if she had many butterflies in her stomach.
She thought everything was too dangerous and humiliating for her.
Before she could speak, the strong scent of fresh mint engulfed her as if the air had been sealed. She had no idea that this man would kiss her again.
Her wild
