POV of Mathilda

Fredric looked at me cynically. For some reason, after I mentioned that my conversation with Hans hadn’t been long, he suddenly became like this. Was he jealous? It didn’t seem possible. The elevator door opened, and he gestured for me to step out first.

Quite different, considering that the entire walk to Paula’s room earlier, he had held my hand constantly. He didn’t even open the car door for me this time; he simply sat in his seat. Strange. This wasn’t something worth panick