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    Kristian didn’t resist. “Okay.”


    Freya hovered with the phone in her hand, hesitation creeping in.


    Could it really not be him?


    “Wait, wait, don’t call the police!” a bright voice suddenly chirped, and a messy figure came crawling out from beneath the bed, draped in ghostly attire and theatrical makeup. “It’s me!”


    Kristian shrieked again, gripping Freya’s arm even tighter.


    Freya’s heart gave a jolt.


    She wasn’t afraid of ghosts—but a face like that jumping out of nowhere could still make anyone jump.


    She took a long look at the figure in a flowing white dress, hair cascading wildly, her face caked in eerie makeup, making her almost unrecognizable.


    “Who are you?” Freya asked, her tone clipped.


    “It’s me,” Natasha said with a toss of her hair, shing a grin. “Natasha.”


    Freya was dumbstruck. Her eyes swept across the room, her tone hardening. “Did you do all this?”


    “I just wanted to scare him a little—for you,” Natasha said with cheerful resolve. “I’ve learned a lot about you twotely, and I figured I’d stand up for you.”


    “Naughty,” Freya muttered, clearly irritated.


    Natasha scratched her cheek, her wide eyes flickering with unease. “Are you mad?”


    “Clean this up and get out of here,” Freya said, shutting the door behind her.


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    “Okay,” came Natasha’s quick reply.


    Freya and Kristian sat together on the sofa in the living room. He hadn’t loosened his grip, clutching her like letting go might plunge him into some dark unknown.


    “I’m scared,” he mumbled again, still holding tightly to her hand.


    “It’s fine,” Freya said softly, uncertain how else tofort him. She hadn’t expected Natasha to be behind it all. “Don’t be scared.”


    Logically speaking, Natasha, for all her antics, wouldn’t do something so utterly pointless.


    The bigger question was—how had she even gotten into the apartment? Even if she somehow knew the code or managed to hack the lock, she should’ve been spotted by Kristian in the living room when she came in from outside.


    As soon as Natasha finished cleaning up, she strolled out in that same flowing white dress. With the room so warm, the outfit didn’t feel out of ce at all.


    “Freya.” She bounced over, beaming with a glow that was impossible to miss.


    Freya’s face stayed unreadable, her gaze sharp and impassive as it locked onto her. “Care to exin how you got in?”


    “I walked right through the front door,” Natasha replied with a breezy tone. “You do remember I have your apartment’s passcode, don’t you?”


    Freya kept her eyes fixed on her, unmoved and silent.


    “Are you mad at me?” Natasha inched closer, settling beside her with a slight pout. “I’ll make it up to you. You can punish me however you want, okay?”


    “How about I hand you over to the police?” Freya cast her a sidelong nce.


    Natasha faltered for a beat. She gave a weak cough, scratching her head. “Yeah… that might be a bit of a problem.”


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