Freya’s P.O.V

Chills.

That was all I felt, and I didn’t know which was more terrifying—The fact that my life flashed before my eyes or the grotesque sight of Bellona’s lifeless body and, worse, the unblinking and soulless eyes that stared back at me.

It all happened so fast that I couldn’t grasp the whole situation.

Unease rose to choke me as my stomach tied a knot. Thorne straightened, slipping the hair that fell on his face to the back as he tossed the blood-stained knife to the floor and muttered a curse word. Slowly, he whipped his head towards me, concern replacing the dangerous glint in his eyes as...