Freya’s POV

For a second, I thought he was going to hit me.

It flickered there—in his eyes. Rage, sharp and unfiltered, rising so fast it made the air between us buzz. His hand twitched near his side, and I braced, every muscle locking in place.

But the moment passed.

Kerwin didn’t strike me.

Instead, something cold and calculating slid back into place behind his eyes. He inhaled once, sharp through his nose, and let go of my arm. I stumbled a ...