Freya
Anderson’s question caught me off guard. I blinked at him, confused by the sudden shift in topic after we’d just spent an hour discussing business.
“No,” I said carefully. “Why?”
Anderson leaned back in his chair, studying me with newfound interest. “He’s the one who caught you when you collapsed. Carried you up to the guest room himself and gave you a medicinal tea that neutralized the alcohol in your body.”
I felt my cheeks warm at the thought of Ezren carrying me through Anderson’s mansion and caring for me while I was unconscious. I’d told myself that the feeling of his arms around me and his scent enveloping me was just a dream, but I supposed now that it wasn’t. “Oh,” was all I could manage to say.
“I was surprised to see him so concerned,” Anderson continue
