Freya‘s pov.

The door clicked shut behind me, and I pressed my back against it, sucking in a sharp breath. My entire body was trembling, my mind still spinning from what had just happened in the garden.

The truth—or what that hooded man claimed was the truth—swirled in my thoughts like a storm I couldn’t control. Lucius. My father. A love so powerful it defied reason. Lies. My life had been built on lies.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I pushed off the door and ...