Chapter 66

• Freya‘s pov.
• The moment I stepped through the threshold of the safe house, the air shifted. It wasn’t just the warmth of the hearth or the subtle scent of pinewood smoke. It was the pressure. Thick, electric. Two storm fronts clashing in the same room.
• Tiberius walked in beside me, quiet and solid as always. Victor trailed close, brooding like a shadow, his eyes flicking to every corner of the room like he expected an ambush. But what made me pause was the man near the window.