FREYA: I drag him along to his quarters, before shutting the door behind us. “What now?” He asks, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Sit.” His eyes darkens slightly with something I can't quiet name flickering in his eyes. He finally sits on the couch, arching his eyebrows. I move to the bedside table, searching through his things for anything sharp. I come up with a pocket knife. Perfect. I settle beside him on the couch and face him. His eyes narrow when he sees what I'm holding. “What are you doing with that—” My fingers go up to his buttons, cutting his words short. His hand flies up to stop me,his face flushing red. “What are you doing?” he asks, narrowing his eyes. I shoot him a look. “Relax.” Almost immediately, the tension in his shoulders releases and he drops his hand. I unbutton just enough to reveal his lower abdomen. Then with one slice, slit my palm open with the knife, crimson red dripping from the cut. His eyes widen. “What are you doing?” he
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