Niklaus leaned toward Freya, smirking. The distance between them shortened dramatically, so close they could see their reflections in each other's eyes.
His gaze fell on her beautiful face, noticing she wore no makeup today except for light gloss on her lips. He stared at those lips, swallowing as his eyes darkened.
The memory of last night's heated kiss flashed in his mind, her body writhing beneath him. It had to be the mate bond affecting him like this.
Flex teased him. "Your body temperature is rising, and it's not because of the heater."
Oblivious to his inner struggle, Freya's lips tightened. "How much do you hate me to put me in such danger? Dying alongside you would be the worst possible fate. You seriously think I'd be thrilled about that?"
She shoved him away, he
