Chapter 32
- Freya looked at him and went icy, before reason and sanity broke through. Relief was tinged with something bittersweet. “No,” she breathed, “It’s okay, I’m...safe.”
- She bit her lip, suddenly acutely aware of how she was balancing precariously on the desk with Travis’ eyes on her. She felt raw, as if a layer of skin had been stripped off her body. She clenched her hands.
- “Are you sure?” he demanded.