MARSHALL'S POV
As Freya's retreating figure disappeared from view, a wave of emotions washed over me. Her rejection stung, but I couldn't blame her for being cautious. Our love was an impossible one, a forbidden connection between vampire and vampire hunter. Still, I couldn't deny the intensity of my feelings for her.
I leaned against a nearby pillar, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Memories of our time together flooded my consciousness – her fierce determination, her courage in the face of danger, and the way she made me feel alive in ways I had never experienced before.
I knew I couldn't force Freya to reciprocate my love. It was her heart, and she had every right to guard it. But my heart couldn't stop hoping, yearning for the possibility of a future with her.
I closed my eyes and
