*Kiera*
“No!” Is the first he says. “I was… tonight… altså… it was... møg… I mean.”
Will stumbles over his words, and I can see the frustration building behind his eyes. His Danish slips out, punctuated by his stuttering, and I can’t help but tilt my head, trying to lighten the mood. “Did your internal translator break, or are you just trying to confuse me?” I tease, hoping to soften the tension that hangs thick in the air.
He blurts out something that makes my heart race. “I don’t own you, Kiera. I don’t want you to think that." His voice wobbles, and I can see the battle of emotions playing across his face. "The ring, the contract… it doesn’t mean I own you.”
I realize he’s trying to express something deeper, something that’s tied to his need for control. The way he guards the peopl
