Freya gasped at the sudden pull. She turned sharply only to meet with a pair of familiar blue eyes.
“Lucian?” She asked incredulously. His face was partially hidden beneath the hood of a servant's robe, his jawline roughened with days of stubble. His eyes searched her face with wild urgency, and his grip tightened around her.
“Yes, Freya. It’s me. Lord, I can’t believe I get to hold you.” He rasped.
Freya’s heart dropped to her stomach. “Lucian, what the hell? You can’t be here.” She whispered harshly.
He pulled her into the shadow of one of the tall stone columns lining the balcony, shielding her from the crowd.
“Freya, we have to go. I’m here to take you back because you don’t belong here. Amelia is already given the mission. You need to step back.”
She yanked her arm from his gr
