Freya’s P.O.V

I scrubbed myself clean in the bathroom, over and over again. But no matter how many times I cleaned that man’s touch…it still felt like bugs were crawling all over my skin.

How did I not see this coming? After the way he had caught my hand the first time? I may not have known the reason but his intensions had been clean even then. Why had I thought that ducking my head and just leaving it be would help me find a solution?

It hadn’t been a solution. If anything, Mr. Agnes ...