Freya‘s pov.

"Are you absolutely sure this is the path you want to take?"

Tiberius’s voice was low, but there was no mistaking the strain beneath it. He stood with his arms folded, not in defiance but in desperation. I met his gaze steadily, then turned to Dorian, who looked like he hadn’t breathed in a full minute.

"I don’t know what’s waiting for me on the other side," I said honestly. "But I know we won’t survive this war if I keep pretending I’m only part ...