Chapter 114

• Freya‘s pov.
• Everything felt like a blur of shadow and flame. My mind swirled in chaos, fragments of memory and illusion tangling until I could no longer tell what was real and what was another cruel trick. But then—I felt them. The warmth of Dorian’s embrace, the steady resolve in Tiberius’s gaze. And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the fog began to lift.
• I opened my eyes, but I was still trapped in this nightmare. The fortress of Alaric’s making loomed ahead of us, bone-white walls laced with fire, shadows prowling its battlements like wolves hungry for our defeat. My body trembled in Dorian’s arms, my strength all but gone, yet his words echoed in my heart: Never again will I leave you. Never again will I let you go.