Thirty Eight

*Freya*

I stared in disbelief as Zephyr writhed on the floor, groaning in agony. What had just happened? I didn't understand. Two guards rushed in, their armor clanking. They helped Zephyr to his feet.

"What happened, my lord?" one guard asked.

Zephyr pointed a shaky finger at me, a sly smile twisting his lips despite the pain. "The girl...she has a rare gift. The protection gift. Anyone who tries touches her intimately against her will feel unbearable ...