Freya POV Samantha sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, drying her hair with a towel after helping me settle in. I still felt a little sore, but the bath she prepared worked wonders. The scent of lavender and mint clung to my skin, and the warmth of her room wrapped around me like a hug.“So…” I asked, tilting my head as I tucked into the last of my stew. “Earlier, I meant to ask—how old are you really?”She smirked. “Guess.”I narrowed my eyes at her playfully. “Okay. Hmm. Nineteen?”“Nope.” She popped the "p" and grinned.“Twenty-two?”She shook her head with a dramatic sigh.“Twenty-four, final guess,” I said, certain I had it right this time.“Wrong again!” she sang, bursting into giggles.I gave her a faux annoyed look and tossed a pillow at her, which she dodged easily. “Alright, fine. Tell me before I assume you’re secretly a centuries-old vampire.”She leaned in, eyes glinting with mischief. “I’m twenty.”My mouth fell open. “No way.”“Way,” she said proudly, flipping her
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