KAEL'S POV:
I strode through the gates. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in my chest. Freya's words still lingered in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder if I'd made a mistake by pushing her away.
I entered my mansion, my eyes scanning the dimly lit hallways. I knew I wouldn't find Freya, not after the way I'd treated her. But I didn't care. I needed something to take the edge off, to dull the ache that had been growing inside me since I left Aria.
I spotted a bottle of whiskey on the counter and grabbed it, pouring myself a generous amount. I sat down on the couch, cradling the glass in my hands as I let out a slow breath.
The image of Aria's face kept replaying in my mind, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, her smile with that guy? How could she not eve
