Freya blinked when she heard the voice. She didn't need to hear him speak again to know it was Rowan. But what was he doing in a place like this? That was what she wanted to know. She tried to quickly stand up from his body, but Rowan's hand around her waist didn't budge.
"What are you doing here?" Rowan asked with a small frown, his eyes narrowing at the girl.
Freya's brows knitted. That was supposed to be her line. And most importantly… "Let go of me," she said, trying to push his strong hands away.
"Oh… I'm sorry." Rowan finally let go. "I didn't mean to… I'm sorry," he cleared his throat, moving his hand aside, giving her space to stand.
Freya stood up immediately, holding both hands to her chest. She tried to look anywhere but at Rowan's face; she wasn't sure she could handle his intense gaze. "I see you also came to find yourself a wife…" Her voice trailed off. She didn't know how to feel about it because she came to do the same. Find a man that would replace him.
