FREYA'S POV
My heart is racing. His words should annoy me. Should make me angry. Instead they make me feel warm. Wanted. Like maybe I am not just another responsibility.
"I do not know what I feel." The admission comes out quiet. "Everything is so confusing. Every time I look at you I do not know if what I feel is real or just this bond thing pulling at me."
"The bond amplifies feelings. Makes them stronger. But it does not create them from nothing." He finally closes the distance. Takes my hand. His palm is warm. Rough. "What you feel is real Freya. I promise you that."
I should pull away. Should remind him that I do not trust him. But I do not. I just sit there holding his hand across the counter. Feeling the warmth of his skin. The strength in his fingers.
"Why me?" I ask. "Out of
