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    But his fury found no outlet. Freya, known for herposure, had called him repeatedly the night before and even showed up at his hotel in person. She had known exactly what he was doing, and yet, she had still gone along with it.


    This side of Freya was impossible to resist.


    “Onest question,” Kristian said, trying not to push too far.


    Freya, seated across from him, gave a nod. “Go ahead.”


    “If Ellis had confessed to youst night instead of me, would you have turned him down just as easily?” His eyes didn’t leave her face, watching for every flicker of emotion.


    Freya hesitated, her mind conjuring the imagined scene against her will.


    She already knew—she wouldn’t have rejected Ellis with the same certainty. Maybe it was because Ellis had always treated her kindly. Maybe it was something else entirely. But she couldn’t bring herself to be so harsh with him.


    Kristian caught the pause. However, her expression remained unreadable, and he couldn’t guess what was going through her head. He pressed again, “You must have known he was nning to confess. I only got there first by calling you.”


    If she treated Ellis the same way she treated him, he could make peace with everything else.


    Freya had been about to tell the truth, but Lawrence’s warning echoed in her mind. Instead, she offered something half-true, half-false. “I didn’t know.”


    “Didn’t know, or wouldn’t have turned him down?” Kristian’s voice dropped, darkening, his irises tinged with red.


    “I didn’t know,” Freya repeated, unflinching.


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    Kristian’s fingers curled against the table, his knuckles turning white.


    Freya sensed the rising storm in him and added, “No one can say for certain what they would do in a moment that hasn’te. If it really matters to you, I can call Ellis right now and ask if he has a crush on me. Then you’ll have your answer.”


    Kristian froze, stunned, his anger simmering beneath the surface. Was this really how her mind worked?


    “No need,” he said firmly.


    “Let me know if you change your mind,” Freya replied,pletely unbothered.


    Kristian gave a low, humorless scoff. He wanted to be angry, but her blunt honesty left him spinning, unsure of what to do next.


    “Have you spoken to Lawrencetely?” Suddenly, Kristian made up his mind—one final test for her. “You want him toe back, don’t you? To evaluate my condition, maybe even help me get my memory back?”


    Freya didn’t dodge the question. “Yes.”


    “y a game with me. If you do, I’ll go along with everything.”


    “What kind of game?”


    “I’ll send you instructions tomorrow,” Kristian said, his tone unreadable. “Just follow them. And don’t tell anyone. If you see it through, I’ll do whatever you ask.”


    “Alright,” Freya agreed without hesitation.


    A private game between the two of them didn’t sound like anything to worry about.


    Kristian cleared the table, and once everything was in order, he asked if she’d go for a walk with him.


    She didn’t say no.


    Though his steady calm brought her a strange sense of relief, it also made her uneasy—as if something dark was quietly gathering just beyond the horizon.


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