Freya‘s pov.

Dorian placed an arm around my shoulders and pressed a kiss to my temple. "Are you worried? Will you miss him?" he asked gently.

I nodded slightly, choosing honesty this time. "Of course."

We watched them go. And as soon as they disappeared into the trees, Dorian turned to me and said, "Come with me. We need to talk."

His voice was calm, but there was weight behind it.

We entered his study, and I sat on the edge of a chair, folding my arms. "Okay, ...