Freya

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil that brewed deep within me. But the more I tried, the more I struggled to grapple with the reality now set before me—The reality that I was stuck with Thorne and would have to see him more often. 

Even if I didn't, the necklace he had given to me for that absurd reason would always remind me of him and the atrocities that my father had committed against his people. 

I hated my life. I just hated it here. 

Biting my lower lip in regret, I turned, stealing a glance at Thorne who sat at a corner, flipping...