Freya's p.o.v

"Ah," he exclaimed as I bit him hard on the lips, a violent slap landing safely on his face.

"What the hell do you think you are going, Ethan Slade," I hollered. "How dare you even think of such?"

No words escaped from his lips. He just stood there, folding his lower lip and staring down as his height hovered above me with just the table between us.

He clearly has no idea that Damian is outside and had come with me. God forbid he saw what just happened.

"I'm so sorry, Freya," his apology felt sincere and at the same time, his eyes felt like he wasn't...