Chapter 97
- Freya’s pov.
- I stormed out of Dorian’s room, my thoughts a raging storm. Jealousy twisted in my chest like a blade. I hated how I felt—raw, betrayed, furious. I couldn’t even see where I was going, moving like a hurricane, shoving past anyone too slow to step aside.
- "Freya, calm down," Reyna's voice echoed in my head. "Don’t jump to conclusions. They were just talking."