"None of your business, Nicklaus," Freya snapped, stepping in front of me like a shield.
Her arms crossed, chin lifted, eyes glinting with that I-mean-business edge she always got when annoyed.
Nicklaus tilted his head, amused. "Oh, come on. I'm just curious. You don't get to just walk around here looking like you've seen a ghost and not tell me what it's about. Body? Blood? All very interesting topics. Who wouldn't get curious?"
Freya's lips pressed into a thin line. "I said, mind your own damn business."
His smirk faltered for a fraction, just enough for me to see him acknowledge her hostility.
Then he shrugged, tilting his head. "Alright, alright. I'll leave the little mystery to you… for now. But don't think I won't find out what you were talking about."
Without another word, Freya grabbed my arm again, her grip firm enough to make it impossible to protest.
"Come on," she said, dragging me further away. "We're done here."
"Bye ladies." Nicklaus taunted behind us.
