WINTER

“Fine,” he murmured.

Only then did I realize my hands were still covering his mouth. I pulled them back quickly.

“What did Freya say to you and your mother earlier?” Valtor shift the topic, his voice steady, but his eyes pinning me with quiet intensity.

“Just greeting us,” I said lightly.

“Are you sure?” His gaze sharpened. “Don’t lie to me, Winter. I don’t tolerate lies.”

I swallowed. Somehow, telling him the truth felt like peeling open my own ...