Chapter 136
- Freya‘s pov.
- Morning came too soon.
- The fire was nothing but cold ash, and the dew clung to my clothes as we prepared to ride. My muscles ached, but it was nothing compared to the tightness in my chest. Shame clung to me like damp cloth. The memory of the night before—the tears, the panic, the way I’d begged him—it made my stomach turn. I had sworn I would be strong, but in that moment I’d cracked wide open.