KILLIAN
Freya came to training today, though she hadn’t said a word to me since yesterday. I’d half expected her not to show up at all, so when I caught sight of her walking across the grounds, chin tilted stubbornly, shoulders squared as if bracing against the entire world, a knot I didn’t realize I’d been carrying loosened inside me. Not that I let it show.
She was still angry. I could see it in the tight line of her jaw, in the way her eyes deliberately slid past me as though I wasn’t worth acknowledging.
A part of me wanted to grab her wrist, force her to look at me, demand she stop giving me the silent treatment—but I had no right. Not after the wall I’d deliberately put between us, not after letting Selene talk to taunt her.
So I kept my mouth shut, masking my thoughts behind t
