Clarence’s POV

I should’ve known better.

All this time, I thought I had Freya figured out. That sharp tongue. That unbothered stare. The way she carried herself, like the world couldn’t touch her—it all read like arrogance to me. Proud. Fearless. Spoiled by something.

But I’d been wrong.

So damn wrong.

She wasn’t fearless. She was just used to holding herself together without anyone to lean on. And she wasn’t proud for the sake of ego—she ...