CHAPTER 23
FREYA
I open my lock and hold the door so that Desmond can enter. He looks around, clearly shocked by what he sees.
“You really live here?” is all he asks.
“Yeah, they said that this is my room and I decided to just go with it,” I bite my lip and his eyes somehow get darker when his eyes fixate on this innocent motion of mine.
“This wouldn’t do!” he mutters, “You will go back to room nine…”
“No, please!” I say quickly, “This Arina will stab me in the back while I sleep! If it is possible, I would really prefer to stay here!”
He looks me up and down and only now I realize that my dress is soaking wet on me, wet fabric sticking to my body. Oops.
I awkwardly cover myself with my hands and he abruptly turns away. It’s as if he is angry with me or something.
