Dorian‘s pov.

Freya came back inside after a while, her cheeks flushed from the cold. She offered a tired but soft smile, sweeping her gaze across all of us.

"I'm going to get some rest," she said, her voice gentle. "Goodnight, everyone."

She hesitated briefly when she passed Tiberius. He leaned in slightly, placed a hand at her shoulder, and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

"Sleep well, Freya," he said.

The sight made my jaw clench. Every ...