Seventy

*Freya*

Heat crept into my cheeks, scorching the coolness of my pride as I watched Rafe's retreating back. The echo of his footsteps mocked me, a steady rhythm that reminded me of my humiliation. I was acutely aware of every pair of eyes boring into me, piercing through the flimsy armor of my composure. My heart throbbed with indignation, yet beneath that fiery cloak of shame, something else flickered—a dangerous spark. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, ...