FREYA’S POV

Kian took my hands, seeing how uncomfortable I looked with all eyes on me. I squeezed his hands, drawing strength from him.

“Marcus, I’m warning you. Don’t say this to anyone,” I warned, but deep down, I was begging him to keep his mouth shut.

“I swear, I won’t say anything to anyone.”

I nodded, believing him. If he wasn’t trustworthy, I know Kian wouldn’t have allowed him at our table. “The wyren told me about a prophecy of the old, but I have no idea what ...