FREYA.

I looked at Abby in shock. “You have a fiancée?” My mouth was open in surprise.

“Yes.” Abby shook her head with sadness. “Every high priestess has a partner who is by the coven.”

I couldn’t tell her that she was Oliver’s mate. I needed him to tell her first before I said anything to her. I felt like I was betraying my friend.

“Do you love him?” I asked her, staring deeply into her eyes.

“Freya!” Abby groaned, pushing me away. “Don’t read my ...