Freya
“You’ve already paid everything back, Freya.”
Ezren was reminding me of the deal between us—the one where I’d use my body to pay back the money he’d given me. As if my body was the only currency he’d accept. As if all those nights spent with him meant nothing more than transactions on a ledger.
Something inside of me snapped.
I shoved Ezren away with all the strength I could muster, my emotions completely unraveling in front of him—something I had never let happen before. Not with him. Not with anyone since Kael.
“Don’t touch me,” I snarled, my voice trembling with rage. “Don’t you dare f*****g touch me like that.”
Ezren took a step back, his gray eyes widening slightly. He looked surprised, as if he hadn’t expected me to push back—physically or otherwise.
