FREYA
“Honestly, Freya!” Ash falls into one of my armchairs, “I thought you are the human who knows how to have fun! What’s the problem there?”
He points to the window where just a few minutes ago Desmond was standing and I sigh heavily.
“It’s…complicated,” I say and he rolls his eyes.
“He wants you badly, you know that right?” he informs me without even looking at me, “You are very special to him… He…”
“He is killing his time before he finds his mate,” I say out loud what I’ve been thinking all this time.
“Is that what you think is going on here?” the Keeper Spirit smirks and his amber eyes flash in the dark.
“Am I wrong?” I pick myself up from the floor and walk to the sofa in the middle of the room.
Ash is watching me for some time with a look of amusement
