Fifty five

*Freya*

Rafe held me tightly. I allowed myself to feel safe in his embrace for a perfect moment. Then with a surge of strength, I pushed Rafe away from me, breaking his hold. "No! Just...stop." My voice trembled with barely contained anguish. "Even if what you say is true, it doesn't matter. None of it matters."

Rafe's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about? Of course it matters."

I shook my head vehemently, hot tears pricking at my eyes ...