Micah stood outside the door, his eyes molten with fury as they glared at the landscape picture on the wall, wishing the picturesque image would bring even a measure of serenity. Having now managed to shift, his wounds were already much better, his vision burned now for a different reason entirely. He tensed slightly as Freya slid from the bedroom, closing it softly behind her before she took him in her arms to plant a delicate kiss on his scarred brow.
“I never realised what that tyrant was putting her through. Adeline would turn in her grave if she saw those scars. We should have got to her sooner.” His fist clenched, his only comfort coming from Freya’s cool caress.
“Why would she think you wanted…” Her hands slid to his shoulder, so he had no choice but to look down and meet her gaze
