Fear?
Should he be surprised that Freya was showing emotion at last? Her eyes betrayed her before her lips did, widening just slightly as she stiffened.
A smirk curved his mouth when he saw the fear on Freya’s face. That was nice, she was scared. It proved that she feared him all along, only hiding it, burying it beneath her practiced emotionless face.
He stared at her, then he climbed onto the bed.
She moved back hurriedly, her knees dragging against the sheets, and her breath quickening as space vanished too fast. He followed without haste, closing in on her. She moved again, about to take off, to run away.
“Come here.”
She didn’t make it far. He caught her before she could run, his fingers locking around her arm, and pushed her back. The mattress dipped beneath her as her movemen
