Chapter 94
- Freya‘s pov.
- The sunlight pierced through the shutters, casting golden streaks across the floorboards. I stirred, woken not by the warmth of morning, but by the noise outside. At first, I couldn’t quite place the sounds — grunts, sharp breaths, dull thuds — until realization hit me like a slap. I shot upright and rushed to the window.
- Tiberius and Dorian. Fighting. For fuck’s sake.