The Lord of the sins

"Come with me," he ordered.

"I'm not going anywhere!" Freya stood her ground, looking up at his blank face.

Something flashed past his dark eyes as he heard her. "You really have some guts, don't you?"

"Well, I don't care what this is. I don't care why I'm in a wedding gown and why I'm being treated like I chose this. You could kill me if you want. But I'm not-"

"Is this about the kiss, my Lady?" he asked, sounding amused.

Freya wanted the ground to open up and swallow her at that moment. Her face went scarlet red and she almost forgot the other reason why she was angry.