Chapter 54

• Freya‘s pov.
• The air was thick with the scent of sun-warmed grass and metal. Tiberius and I stood face to face on the training field, both already coated in sweat. The midday sun beat down on us, but I barely noticed. My eyes were locked on the blades in his hands—and the matching ones in mine.
• I was fast. Damn fast. And when it came to daggers, my hands moved like they were born for it. We danced through footwork drills, slicing the air, parrying and twisting. Tiberius grunted once when I nearly clipped his ribs. I smirked.