Freya’s Pov
“What the hell are you up to, Freya?” Andrew repeated his question.
His blue eyes locked onto mine.
Why does he always do that?
Why does it always try to look into my soul?
I looked at his eyes; he was obviously concerned, but he seemed to suspect me of something.
He could tell that I was hiding something from him.
My chest tightened, and for a second, I thought I could feel myself weaken under his gaze.
I wanted to look away, but those eyes, those damn eyes kept me in place.
What the hell is this?
Is this fear?
No, it wasn’t fear, but it was something else.
It was guilt.
I was going to lie to him, and that too after we promised that we wouldn’t lie to each other.
When he proposed the deal, he made it very clear that he wanted us to be completely honest w
