“I don’t want to put you in danger, Freya,” I tell her honestly. “You’ve got enough going on as it is.”
She’s the one who grabs my hand this time. “This is a dangerous world for us women. We’ve got to have each other’s backs. You can’t do everything alone.”
I smile. “You’re right about that.”
“Tell me the truth,” she says. I notice, not for the first time, what a strangely murky brown and blue her eyes are. “Are you in a similar situation to the one I just ran from?”
I’m silent, gnawing at my lip. I can’t tell her. I shouldn’t tell her. At best, it changes nothing. At worst, it puts her in just as much danger as I’m in.
But she shared her truth with me. I owe her mine.
And the light in her eyes says she will understand.
“I think I told you part of this, but I was supposed to get mar
