KILLIAN
Freya was still standing there looking sore and a little disheveled, but with that same stubborn set to her jaw. I stepped closer, letting my presence press down on her, and said evenly, “If you had broken any of my rules, you wouldn’t be standing here right now.”
Her lips curved into the smallest smirk. A bold little thing, even when her body was still aching from the beating she’d just taken. It was almost admirable. Almost.
I stopped a few paces from her and studied her properly this time, letting silence drag between us until she started shifting on her feet. “Who are you, really?” I asked.
Her mouth opened, but before she could gather whatever excuse she’d been rehearsing, I cut her off. “This is my territory, Freya. You’re here because I chose not to leave you roaming ou
