Freya's p.o.v

My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met and for the very first time, I felt butterflies in my stomach for him.

I'm not supposed to feel this way. He is my enemy. I am supposed to hate him. I hate him.

Those eyes. Those alluring icy blue eyes that I had purposely tried to avoid seeing on my own son because they remind me so much of him is now here. Standing right in front of me and staring deep into my soul.

But then, I averted my gaze from him, staring at the papers in front of me because God forbid I lose my sanity...