Freya caught the familiar scent of sandalwood and pine. Vicki stirred restlessly inside her. She turned toward the door, and Jasper followed her gaze.
Niklaus stood in the doorway, his massive frame blocking most of the outside light. His handsome face was cold and solemn, and the intensity of his gaze would have paralyzed anyone else.
Freya felt confused but straightened her posture, frowning. "What are you doing here?"
Her tone was impatient, and her expression made her feelings perfectly clear.
Jasper silently sighed. Just moments ago, his heart had been racing wildly, completely out of control. Freya's vanilla and citrus scent lingered, faint yet irresistible.
Afraid others might hear his irregular heartbeat, he swallowed awkwardly.
Niklaus had led the Whitecrown Pa
