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Frey began "Nyos, the words you said were a bit offensive." "Really? Ehh…” Touching her chin, Nyos thought of a better answer, after thinking, he replied “In that case… Could it be the smell of necromancy? ” "Hmm..." Frey nodded "... Yes ... That's more likely." "Ah... whatever" Ingrid shrugged as she approached Zark "the words of a peanut brain and a muscle head are irrelevant" "Eh ... Nyos, why didn't you say you had peanuts?" At Frey's stupid question, Nyos raised his voice slightly "I have no silly peanuts!"

**Chapter 201: The Question** Brooks The backyard rink lights hummed softly above us, casting long shadows across the ice that had become the heart of our home. Ten years in Portland had worn the boards smooth from thousands of family skates, scraped goals, and quiet conversations. Tonight, the air carried that sharp early winter bite I loved—the kind that made every breath feel clean and alive. Sophie’s question still echoed in my head as I watched her glide toward the boards.

Matteo’s childhood sweetheart, Sofia, was trapped between the floors of an elevator for forty minutes. Convinced that I had been jealous of Sofia, Matteo personally locked me inside the family restaurant’s walk-in freezer. “The despair Sofia felt, you need to feel twice over.” My teeth chattered from the cold as I hugged myself and desperately explained, begging him to let me out for the sake of our marriage. But Matteo took the emergency key and locked the freezer door. “Only when you learn to behave yourself are you worthy of continuing to be my Donna.” With stiffened hands, I pounded on the door until my knuckles cracked, my blood freezing into dark ice on the floor. Six days later, he ca

VIDA When I removed the robe ,I realized that Kingston did not give me shorts to wear .I'm sure he will not let me leave this room.I'm I supposed to wear this without pants or shorts? I wore his t-shirt.And it smells like Kingston.It smells good .I opened the door of the washroom and saw Kingston with his laptop.I guess he is working. "Kingston"I called and he turned ,his gaze ran through my body.And his gaze fell on my chest .Then his gaze went to my thighs.Those cold blue eyes.

I murmur as Shosanna catches the attention of her new friends and darts away to catch up to them as they go to pick berries or something, all four of the girls carrying baskets as they head in the direction of the gardens and greenhouses at the far edge of the village. “I don’t mind him at all. Isn’t that weird?” Freya smiles, sitting on the creek bank and turning her cheeks to the sun. “I’ve never met a man I liked.” “But do you like him?” “Well, he’s not my type,” she says with a little laugh as I sit on the bank beside her. “He’s so–he’s so blond.” “Blond? So are you.” She cuts me a teasing look. “I like them tall, dark, and handsome.”

Freaky. I stare around, horrified. “Why are they all looking at me?” “They dead,” Sven says, as if that helps. “I got that, thanks.” “Food in cupboards. Pickled cabbage and salmon. Deer meat and Caribou in freezer. Eggs. Cheese. Pickled onions. Don’t eat too much…” “Or we die?” I ask. Sven stares at me. “No, you fart.” Then, without another word, he turns and trudges back into the snow.

Amused, Freya realised she wouldn’t even have to do much to ditch her date. “Allow me to introduce Lady Rosette of Grenwich. Lady Rosette, meet Lady Doria of Steinburg.” He announced grandly but Lady Doria was far from impressed. “Grenwich? I’ve never heard of that.” She sniffed. “It’s a small farming town my lady.” Freya supplied. “On the Far East close to the Twin mountains.” “You are very far from home then.” Said Doria, her eyes sparkling with calculation. “I like to explore. If you’ll excuse me Prince Hans, Lady Doria, I need to use the restroom.” Freya made her excuse and glided away. Let the horny old lady have him.