Third‘  person pov.

The moment Freya stepped into view, the energy in the air shifted.

Her boots barely made a sound on the stone path as she approached Dorian, her shoulders back, her chin held high, her eyes glowing with something wild and unshakable. The air around her felt charged, like lightning coiled just beneath her skin.

Dorian turned at the sound of her footsteps. His sharp gaze scanned her from head to toe, pausing long enough to let silence settle between ...