Chapter 144

• Freya‘s pov.
• The road stretched ahead like a silver ribbon beneath the fading twilight, each hoofbeat against the dirt echoing the heaviness in my chest. I rode between two shadows of my past and present—Dorian to my left, quiet and watchful, Selene trailing behind us like a ghost that refused to leave. But the ache in my heart was tethered to what I left behind. Tiberius.
• I clutched the reins tighter as if it would hold together the pieces of myself that wanted to turn around.