FREYA
I look at Desmond, flapping my eyelashes and not quite grasping why are we here. And most of all, where is this?
First of all, we are outside.
Second of all, it looks like we are on top of a cliff. Rocky surface and only sky are around us.
“I thought you said that we are going to have dinner at your place,” I say, still startled.
Sir Drake doesn’t waste any time and offers me his hand, helping me to get to a wooden platform on top of which a small table with candles stands.
“I didn’t want to be boring,” he smiles and I feel my cheeks blushing, “And didn’t want to waste such a perfect opportunity to spend time with you. My chambers are too dark and stuffy for that.”
“Really?” I raise my brow, “You don’t have a whole floor to yourself like your brother?”
“No,
