[Harry's POV]
I could hear her breathing, shallow and quick, as she processed the news with gratitude and frustration that swirled inside her.
I'm literally reading everything about her.
I wasn't sure whether I was protecting Rosie, punishing a bully, or simply feeding the hunger that had taken root in me.
All I knew was that the silence I kept was both a shield and a sentence.
I reached for the fridge to get a glass of water, which I poured into a glass to drink, and my eyes were fixed on the window beside me as I could see the sun had just set.
But then her face appeared in front of me.
Freya. She took a step forward, almost closing up the space between us but before she could be close, I had moved to the dining table.
Yet, she followed me, and her eyes were on the keys still resting against my thighs and then back up to meet mine.
There was a softness in her gaze that I hadn't expected—something that bordered on admiration, maybe even affection.
