Chapter 637:

Freya said nothing. She didn’t press him further.

She already knew what he was after; the questioning was simply a performance, a layer of civility to avoid arousing suspicion.

Brendan was every bit as wary as Ellis—if not worse.

Seeing her indifferent expression, Brendan asked, “You don’t believe me?”

“If you had any real feelings for me,” Freya replied evenly, “you should have gone to Alerith to confess, rather than abducting me here just to flaunt your indulgence.”

Brendan rose with unhurried grace, his eyes brimming with amusement and interest as they settled on her.

Freya held his gaze, utterly unshaken.

“No wonder Kristian still hasn’t gotten over you after the divorce.” He inched closer, his scent fresh and alluring. “With a temperament like yours, even I’m starting to feel tempted.”

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely.”

haven’t you untied my hands yet?” Her tone remained steady, clearly unimpressed

lips curled into a wickedly attractive smirk. “If I untie

just tie me up again,” Freya

else.” Brendan picked up the wine glass beside him, gave it a gentle swirl, then held it out to her. “How about this? Drink it, and I’ll undo

cast a glance at the glass

even a grain of truth, then pigs might as well sprout wings and soar across

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I suppose you’ll have to get some rest, Ms. Briggs.” Brendan’s gentlemanly

men escorted Freya down to the basement. When they arrived, Freya wrinkled her nose at the sight—chains, dried blood, and a number of

through her chest. Suddenly, fragments of old memories came rushing back. Could

as though she could see Ashley’s tear-streaked

and shut her eyes. She would get Ashley

followed, his lips still curled into

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