—That was strange —she whispered to herself, her brow slightly furrowed.
That was when she sensed a presence behind her, as subtle as the scent of roses at dusk.
—I didn’t want to interrupt so soon… —said a familiar voice, deep and serene—. But I’ve waited all afternoon for a moment alone with you.
Gretta turned slowly, unsure if it was fear or relief that made her hands tremble. There he was: Freyr. His figure emerging from the shadows, wrapped in a halo of serenity. His amber eyes, like two golden moons, gazed at her with a mix of longing and care. His hands were clasped behind his back, as if trying not to seem threatening.
—How did you get here? —Gretta asked, realizing the absurdity of the question herself—. I didn’t hear your steps.
—You didn’t hear them last time either —Freyr replied with a faint smile. His voice was deep, but soft, like a quiet melody.
Gretta remained silent. The wind played with a strand of her hair, making her feel more exposed than she would have liked. She didn’t want to think of him this way. It didn’t seem right.
But she did.
Too much.
And that scared her.
—You shouldn’t appear like that —she finally said, crossing her arms—. Not when... not when I still don’t know exactly what you really are.
Freyr nodded slowly. He took a step toward her, but with caution.
With respect.
—You’re right. And I apologize. I don’t want to frighten you, Gretta. The last thing I want is to hurt you.
—Then tell me the truth —she answered, meeting his gaze—. Why am I special to a vampire?... Are there others like you?
The idea rang loudly in Gretta’s mind. She brought her hand to the medallion at her neck without thinking, praying in her heart that her father would come to protect her.
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