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    They chimed in enthusiastically, making it up as they went along. Freya knew they were bluffing, but with so many eyes on her, declining outright would be awkward.


    Besides, Mack’s family had stood tall for a century in Alerith. The family patriarch had served in the military. One of his sons took to business, and the other joined the military.


    Mack’s father was the soldier.


    The one Kristian had name-dropped—the businessman’s son.


    To avoid giving Melvin cause for concern, Freya shot him a quick message with the location.


    Half an hourter, Mack had everything ready.


    The table was overflowing with food, and he even uncorked a fine bottle of wine. His goal was simple—get Kristian drunk and pry something out of him.


    “Freya, is it alright if I call you by your first name?” Mack asked sincerely.


    He really liked Freya. In his eyes, she had a great personality, a sharp look, and skills that would put most shooters to shame. He had always admired women like that.


    Kristian’s gaze was icy as he flicked a cool nce in Mack’s direction.


    Mack was really annoying today.


    Mack acted oblivious, still waiting for Freya to answer.


    Freya gave a grunt in agreement.


    Kristian frowned. How could she be nice to everybody but him?


    “Just heard from Kristian that you two are divorced. Any truth to that?” Mack’s tone was light.


    Freya replied in a t voice, “Yes.”


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    “So you’re single now?”


    “Yes.”


    “You know, I’m not exactly hard on the eyes…”


    Before he could finish, Kristian’s voice sliced through the room like a de of ice. “Mack!”


    “Let’s eat,” Mack said with a loaded smile.


    He’d figured it out. Kristian wasn’t ready to let Freya go. Maybe the whole contest had been about whether they’d split or stick it out.


    Mack chuckled to himself.


    Hedled soup into Freya’s bowl and tossed a teasing jab at Kristian. “What’s the rush? I only wanted to be friends with Freya. Are you nervous I’ll try to be more than that?”


    Kristian’s gaze sharpened like a drawn knife. Had he let things slide too far, giving Mack this much rope?


    “So was your little match about getting back together?” Mack leaned close, whispering, “If you win, you stay together? If you lose, you let her go?”


    Kristian felt the words catch in his throat. He shot Mack a warning re. “Say one more thing, and I’ll throw you out.”


    “Alright, alright. Lips sealed,” Mack said, looking all too pleased with himself. “Freya, this dish is amazing. Try some more.”


    “Okay.” Freya’s expression stayed cool and aloof.


    Just then, someone burst through the door, breathless, speaking fast.


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