CALLAN’S POV
Freya paced the length of the living room like a caged animal, her face twisted into an expression I could only describe as venomous. She barely spared her injury a glance—the gauze wrapped around her hand was now tinged with blood—but her focus was entirely elsewhere.
Upstairs.
To where Lukas had carried Selenea in his arms.
Her huffing breaths filled the silence as her slippered feet scuffed against the hardwood floor. Every now and then, her lips moved in a furious mutter, though I couldn’t make out the words. Watching her was like observing a storm slowly building in intensity, and honestly, I was torn between disgust and disbelief.
“Are you going to sit there gawking, or are you going to do something about this?” Freya snapped, her sharp voice cutting through my th
