KIAN’S POV

Inside the room, Freya was pacing around worriedly. I ignored her and paid attention to her room.

“So this is the room you grew up in,” I said slowly, sitting on the bed. The room was filled with her scent, and I didn’t want to leave. The room was much more girly than I expected. It was the taste of a young girl, and it suited her perfectly.

“Is that what’s important right now?” Freya said, her voice screaming frustration.

“Yes,” I said, smiling at the anxious look ...