Every page in the ancient books she’d read told the same story: forbidden romances always ended in blood. No one ever survived them. The Moon Goddess did not bless such bonds—she punished them.

So Freya knew what she had to do. She would not curse Daniel the way she had been cursed. If that meant living with the pain, she’d bear it alone.

She rose slowly to her feet, her expression filled with pain, fury, and sadness.

Nicole could sense it—the resolve in her eyes. She started shaking ...