Author’s POV
Callum had a distasteful expression on his face as he stared blankly at Freya. He knew she would return. Someone as indecisive as her would always find her way back. Crossing his arms, he fluttered his lashes.
“Why are you here, Freya?” He asked in a cold tone.
Freya scratched the back of her neck as she tried to come up with the best excuse. She had thought of her lines all through the day before sneaking out of the palace to see him. Yet the words escape her.
“I am sorry for how i had reacted the other day. I wasn’t thinking straight. You have been the one looking out for me since all of this began. I just got ahead of myself for no reason. Let’s continue with our plan. Ronan and his childbearer have to die. And we would rule over the Mastorian Kingdom.” Her eyes look
