Chapter 32

FREYA

"God, I hate you!" I groaned once again putting as much distance between us as he finally release my hands from his, it was so fucking hard to stay mad at him when he was trying to make me blush. I peered out of the window, grateful when I couldn't catch sight of the crowd that had formed earlier.

"You shouldn't have killed him." I sighed not looking at him, he did it because of me which makes his blood on my conscience. I'm someone who despised violence and blood plus I still couldn't imagine he would kill someone for me. I squeeze my face in a frown so I wouldn't blush at the thought.

"He put his hands upon you." He said, anger creeping into his voice. "No one touches what is mine," he added possessively.

"Well, technically I'm not yours." I blurted out before I could stop myself, shortly after the words fell out, I regretted saying them immediately. Especially when I saw the way his eyes narrowed angrily at me, the anger he had towar