Freya's Revenge Mates.
“Do you really think you have a choice, Freya?”
I stiffened at the sound of my name. How did he—
Before I could react, he moved. One second, I was standing defiantly on the curb; the next, I was pinned against the car, his hard body pressed against mine. My breath hitched as his scent wrapped around me—something dark and woodsy, with a hint of smoke. It was the only thing I could percieve, and I hated it.
“You have two options,” Killian murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. “You can get in willingly, or I can throw you in. Either way, you’re coming with me.”
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