Chapter 482:
Choosing her words with care, she lied, “Nothing serious. I just suddenly thought of those intense training sessions. Realized it’s been two or three years since we last talked. Figured I’d check in.”
“What mess have you gotten yourself into?” he asked, cutting straight through the lie without hesitation.
Freya went silent.
Did she really have that kind of reputation?
Her captain, dressed casually at home with his sharp, handsome features, looked as refined as ever. “Did you lose a round of truth or dare with Trent and the others?”
“Of course not…” she replied, her voice betraying a flicker of nerves. Using him as a way to ground herself—if he ever found out, there’d be hell to pay.
He narrowed his eyes on the other end, his tone laced with quiet warning. “Are you going to come clean, or should I stop by and ask in person?”
Freya suddenly wished she hadn’t made the call at all.
Even though the worst of the sensation had faded, her captain was the last person she wanted prying into this.
Just then, Kristian stirred, murmuring her name. “Freya…” The sound jolted her.
She was usually collected under pressure, but this—this rattled her.
Did her captain hear that? Hopefully not…
“Freya…” Kristian muttered again, his voice soft and filled with longing.
“I’ve got something to take care of,” she said quickly. “I’m hanging up now.”
“Freya, you’ve got guts,” came her captain’s calm but dangerous reply. Freya felt the urge to explain herself.
𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨Ⳓ𝙘𝙤𝙢
But his tone—oh, he’d definitely heard it. And he did not sound amused.
“I can explain.” Freya squeezed the bridge of her nose, feeling like she was on the verge of unraveling.
The silence on the other end of the line stretched, a heavy pause that made it clear her captain was waiting to see how she intended to spin this tale.
“I’m locked in a room with a friend, and the entire place reeks of something—an aphrodisiac,” she explained, her voice steady, knowing her captain would understand. “I thought calling you might help me calm down.”
Upon hearing that, the man couldn’t quite decide if he should be annoyed or entertained.
Calling him to calm down? Only she would think of that.
“Did it help?” he asked, dry amusement lacing his words.
“It did.”
“Are you safe now?”
“Yes,” Freya answered without hesitation.
Satisfied for the moment, the man eased slightly, though his tone still carried an edge.
But now that the chaos had somewhat passed, there were a few things that needed clarification.
“Since you’re out of danger, we should talk about a few things.”
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