Chapter 58

Freya frowned, as though she still wasn’t all there yet.

​ “Ugh, my head is killing me,” she mumbled.

​ “Do you have any recollection of this evening’s events?” he teased.

​ “Too loud,” she protested. “Make it stop.”

​ Killian chuckled and kissed her forehead and got up to leave, but Freya grabbed his arm. He looked back at her. Her eyes were hooded and red, and her face and lips puffy