FREYA
The color drains out of her face, and then floods back too fast.
"No." She says it quickly. Too quickly. "No, Luna, that is not, he is not, it is nothing like that."
"No?" I keep my smile gentle.
"I only just met him." The words come in a rush. "A month ago, perhaps. I was running errands for the Beta, outside the pack, and the man would not leave me be. He was persistent, that is all. He kept finding reasons to speak to me. I met him again today only because he asked, and I should not have, I know it is not proper for me to be meeting strange men, but he is, he is only a man who is interested, and I am not interested back. There is nothing in it. Truly. Nothing."
She is breathless by the end of it, and I cannot tell if it is the breathlessness of a woman flustered about a suito
