Freya‘s POV.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

The dining hall was drowning in tension so thick it choked the air from my lungs. Every muscle in Dorian’s body was coiled tight, a predator ready to rip apart the prey before him. His eyes—black as a starless night—burned into Theon like they were knives, cutting through flesh, carving out his fucking audacity.

Theon had lied.

And Dorian knew it.

A slow, dangerous smirk twisted across Dorian’s lips. It was ...