She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 905:

Kristian meant to leave it there, but something tugged at him. He stepped closer, his long arms wrapping around her in a warm embrace, his chin resting gently on her shoulder. “If you forget me, it’s like I was never here.”

Freya’s hands lingered at her sides, unsure, but after a beat, she lifted them to hold him close.

Feeling his frame stiffen just a touch, she said, “I’ll keep that in mind.” Her words lit a spark in Kristian’s chest, melting away his wild thoughts and reckless urges.

He used to think he needed Freya to be his and his alone, but now he saw it clearly: as long as she held him in her memory, one embrace was enough. It was an embrace that carried all of him.

“Come back with me,” Freya said, letting go, her striking eyes steady and earnest. “We’ll wander the world, find joy in the small stuff.”

“Nah,” Kristian brushed it off, not drawn to that. “You’re the brightest soul I’ve ever crossed paths with—nothing else holds a candle.”

Freya froze for a moment.

small, charming

knife and drove it toward his chest. To Freya, maybe he’d squared his debts,

tore through his

yanking it back. With a quick press on his joint, the knife slipped

knocking the knife away, barely a

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pull of the knife nor the

voice cracked as blood bloomed across his white shirt, her heart sinking like it

been too fierce,

a handkerchief,

Kristian shook his head.

off to

the bodyguard who’d

he muttered, wincing from the

said, eyeing the blood on the knife’s tip and the flow from the cut, piecing it