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*Freya*

  Connor and I stood at the far end of the hall, far away from Rafe but it felt like he was close by. I tried not to look in his direction. Tried not to feel his eyes on me because I didn't want him to know I was thinking about him. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of letting him know how much he affected me.

  But it was too late; our eyes locked, Rafe's piercing gaze holding mine in a vice grip. As he approached us, The air crackled between ...