POV: UNKNOWN
I lurked in the shadows, my senses heightened, as I watched Freya and Marshall through the cracked window of the abandoned building. Isidora's orders were clear—to find out who this girl was, the one who had captured Marshall's heart. I had been chosen as her secret messenger, tasked with uncovering the truth.
Silently, I observed their interaction, studying their expressions and gestures.
He called her Freya. I had no idea who she was, but she was extremely beautiful.
Freya, her eyes filled with determination, held an ancient journal in her hands, while Marshall watched her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. There was a spark between them, an undeniable connection that transcended their roles as hunter and vampire. It was evident that Marshall was enthralled by
