MARSHALL’S POV
As I retraced my steps through the dimly lit corridors, the echoes of Freya's presence resonated within me. The encounter we had shared had sparked a tempestuous storm, one that churned deep within the recesses of my being. It was as if a dormant part of my soul had been roused from its slumber, awakened by the enchanting allure of her presence.
Thoughts of Freya swirled through my mind, each memory etching itself deeper into my consciousness. The softness of her lips against mine lingered like a sweet melody, replaying itself in an endless loop. The sensation of her touch, both gentle and electrifying, sent shivers cascading down my spine. The undeniable pull I felt towards her defied logic, transcending the boundaries that separated our worlds.
She was a hunter, trained
