Chapter 22

Freya Rose

I sat back in the chair, flopping my head back as I closed my eyes. I heard him get up off of the floor and go to sit on the bed. After he sat down, I lifted my head and opened my eyes to look at him. “I know it’s stupid, and a ghost shouldn’t threaten me, but I can't help thinking that she’s watching my every move, and it fucking creeps me out.”

My own eyebrows furrowed when Tristan began to laugh. It definitely wasn’t the reaction I was expecting from him. Anger, sure. Disappointment, definitely. Laughter, not at all.

“That’s what all that was about?” He asked after he’d finished laughing at me.

“Yeah. I don’t think this is a laughing matter, though. Do you?” I couldn’t help my tone sounding harsh.

“No, it's not, but I didn’t know how else to react. I thought you were having second thoughts about us, so I suppose it was laughter of relief.”

I straightened up in the chair and asked him,

“Is that what you were worried ab