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    “About what?”


    “Your use of me as a calming mechanism.” He stressed the word “calming” with deliberate weight.


    Freya’s heart sank. She’d been hoping this wouldn’te up.


    “What’s on your mind?”


    “We’ll talk in person,” her captain replied, holding back the rest of what he really wanted to say.


    If he told her outright that she needed to take responsibility, she might lose it.


    Freya froze. Talk in person? Was heing back? Or was he nning something with the team?


    “Throw that man into the bathroom,” the voice on the phone ordered casually. “And don’t forget to protect yourself just because you’re away from the team.”


    Freya gave a quick nod, even though he couldn’t see it. “Got it.”


    “That man—is it Kristian Shaw?”


    Freya’s breath hitched. She almost thought he had surveince on her. How could he possibly know that?


    “Your private life isn’t something I’ll interfere with too much,” the man said, his voice cool but firm. “But there’s one thing I need to tell you.”


    “What is it?”


    “Men are like teammates. If they betray you once, don’t trust them again.”


    Freya swallowed. He already knew. “I understand.”


    “Still need to calm down?” he asked.


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    Freya’s mind was sharp now, crystal clear. “No need.”


    “Call me if anything elsees up.”


    “Alright.”


    As the call ended, Freya felt the pressure in her chest finally lift.


    On the other end of the line, the man stared at his screen for a moment. His long, defined fingers pinched the bridge of his nose before he set the phone aside and returned to work.


    He believed she could handle her problem.


    Once she hung up, Freya called Liam. She told him that she and Kristian had been locked inside a room. She also exined Kristian’s condition and asked Liam to buy a few things, then act like he was just dropping by to check on them.


    Liam didn’t ask questions. He did exactly as she said.


    Roughly twenty minutester, a knock sounded on the door.


    Freya immediately knocked back in response, letting Liam know they were inside. Liam spotted something suspicious on the door and quickly handled it, unlocking the entrance. At critical times, Liam could be counted on.


    As the door swung open, he saw the situation unfold before him—Kristian was sprawled on the bed, hisplexion off-color.


    Freya stepped forward. “Hand me the items and wait outside for a bit.”


    “Alright.” Liam handed her the bag without hesitation.


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