"Ugh, gross!" Freya shot Kieran a glare. "Seriously, dude?"
With that, she flipped on the light in Kieran's room.
But something was off about the light. It had been tampered with. The room was bathed in an eerie red glow when the light was on.
Freya's expression soured instantly at the sight. Kieran's eyes narrowed dangerously, clearly jumping to the wrong conclusion.
By then, Freya was starting to feel the effects of the overpowering scent in the air. She quickly pinpointed the source of the smell, doused the scented candle with water, and then rushed to the window to throw it open.
A gust of cold air swept through the room, clearing the lingering scent. Breathing in the fresh air, Freya finally felt her body relax slightly. Kieran, too, seemed to regain some clarity.
Freya looked over at Kieran, who was still on the bed, and said, "Listen, I had nothing to do with this mess."
"And for the record, I didn't set up any of this!" Kieran frowned in response.
Freya continued, "I'm going to untie you now. You better go and take a cold shower. And if you lay a hand on me again, I swear..." She made a threatening snapping motion with her fingers.
Remembering Freya's earlier defiance, Kieran looked even more sullen.
"If you've got that, I'll let you go. If not, guess you're waiting for Jarrett to come and untie you in the morning."
"Just untie me." Kieran had regained a bit of his senses.
As Freya moved to untie him, he caught a whiff of her subtle perfume.
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