His words kept ringing in Freya’s head as if she had imagined it. She thought Caleb was only kind to her. What was this?
“I like you,” Caleb said again, his voice surer and quieter now, like if he spoke softer, it wouldn’t destroy everything.
Another silence ensued. Freya blinked.
“No,” she finally said, her voice tight with disbelief. “No, Caleb, you can’t—”
The door exploded open.
Wood cracked against the wall as Torin stood there, shirtless, muscles tight with fury, golden eyes glowing like two suns dying in rage.
His chest heaved like he had sprinted through fire. He didn’t speak at first. The silence bled into something darker.
Then, his voice filled the air. It was damning.
“What did you just say?”
Caleb turned slowly, clenching his jaw, but he didn’t flinch. “You heard me.”
