Freya had been drinking heavily, her reactions slower than usual. It wasn't until Jonas called out "Niklaus" that she finally connected that mocking voice with his face.
She had no idea why Niklaus had suddenly appeared here of all places.
But she knew what he was about to say... something about her liking Jonas again, and she didn't want Jonas to hear it.
Almost instinctively, Freya rose from her seat and walked toward Niklaus. She stood up too quickly, though, the alcohol numbing her brain and making her steps unsteady. She ended up stumbling right into his arms.
Niklaus remained motionless, letting her fall against his chest, his handsome face cold and indifferent.
Freya's legs felt weak, leaving her no choice but to grip his arms for balance.
She regretted drinking
