Chapter 156

• Freya's pov.
• The castle corridors were filled with smoke, the scent of charred stone and blood hanging heavy in the air. I pressed my back to the crumbling wall, Dante and Dorian flanking me on either side. Every footstep echoed like thunder, every gust of wind carried the memory of screams.
• We were hunting Idra now. And she was close—I could feel it. Like a splinter in my soul, her presence scratched at the edge of my senses.