Chapter 122

Freya’s POV

“Lucas… what do you mean? Why are you looking at me like that?”

I dare not expect anything right now, but the bright look in his eyes and that warm smile brimming with excitement and joy, unlike the dead eyes he has been sporting from the first day I got here.

“Please, tell me you’re not pulling my legs right now. That’s too expensive of a joke to play with!” I say, suddenly feeling some kind of anxiety taking hold of me.

He walks in, kneeling down to my level and taking my hands.

“I mean it, Freya. I’m here to take you out.” He repeats himself, chuckling with what looks like happiness.

No…

No way…

There’s some sick game behind this somewhere.

“I don’t believe you.” I turn away from him, turning into a ball. “You’re trying to mess with me, right? You’re trying to get my hopes up, then torture me in some sick way again, right?” I say, trembling while rocking myself back and forth and closing my eyes.

“No,