- “I’ll see you soon, freya” Warm lips brushed my cheek, his breath Scotch-laced and hot. I shivered at the feel of his lips on my cheek, not even an inch from my mouth.
- “Yeah,” I said, letting every last shred of sarcasm I possessed paint my voice. “You’ll see me.”
- He only laughed, a rumbling chuckle. “It won’t be for long. I promise. Just try to trust me, and the blindfold will come off.”