Freya froze at the familiar voice, Niklaus's distinctive scent of sandalwood and pine seeping through the door crack.
She hesitated before responding. "Your luggage is outside. Take it and leave."
"Open the door." His voice was commanding.
"No." She gripped the baseball bat tighter.
Niklaus let out a cold laugh, dismissing her refusal. "If you want to wake up everyone on this floor..."
Before he could finish his threat, the locked door was yanked open from inside.
Freya stood there in her fluffy pajamas, baseball bat clutched in one hand. "Make it quick. I don't have all night for your crap."
"Bring the luggage inside." Niklaus nudged the expensive suitcase with his foot.
Freya lifted her chin. "And why the hell would I do that?"
The atmosphere between them cra
