130 The Queen's Pet
"Well YOU look pleased," Freya's cold ice-blue eyes stared furiously.
Sebastian's brow twitched for a second from the way she was looking at him, seeing her so moody was adorable. He found it slightly amusing.
"Of course I'm pleased," he moved closer to bring her into his arms and shield her from the cold air.
"You're not?" he squeezed her wriggling body.
"No I'm not," she scowled.
"Ah," he sighed, "Is it about Harriet?"
"No it's not about Harriet!" Freya answered him argumentatively, "It's about you hugging and playing around with Shira, what was that?" she said with a disgusted expression, "Is there something I should know?"
"What?" he looked genuinely shocked, "Something like what?" he laughed, "Of course not, Shira is an old friend, she's like a man."
Freya didn't accept the response, "Oh?" she mocked, "A man huh? So tell me why she was blushing when I caught you two?"