Chapter 146
- Freya‘s pov.
- I sat alone on the flat stone slab near the hill's edge, the twilight casting streaks of lavender and blood-orange across the sky. The evening air was cool, crisp, brushing gently against my skin, and all I could hear was the rustle of leaves—and the strained rhythm of my own breathing.
- Inside my head, their voices stirred like echoes in a deep well.