Frey scrutinized her thoroughly before his eyes shifted on Ifor who had an amused smile on his face. It looked like he was enjoying this more than anything. Mircea wanted to smack his head upside down. He had gotten her into this stupid, hot mess.
If he hadn't had asked the first stupid question, they wouldn't be here trying to figure how to answer Frey's question.
"Okay." Frey drawled out in a long breath.
"What are you doing here?" It was unlike Frey to let go of something so fast. Had he heard Ifor telling her she loved him? Was he pretending he didn't hear him, so it would be easy to live?
Saints! She needed to calm down.
"I wanted to show mother your mate." Ifor popped out of his seat taking the wine glass from Mircea he settled it on the table inside of the chamber. Frey's face hardened at the admission. He was still standing behind the bars that separated the balcony and the lawn.
