FREYA
I could still feel the sting of Selene’s wine dripping down my skin even though Killian’s handkerchief had wiped some of it away. It wasn’t the liquid that hurt me... it was her smirk, her audacity. The way she had looked at me as if I were an intruder, some little girl playing dress-up in a role far too big for her.
The entire hall had witnessed Killian defend me. They had heard him declare me as his mate, his Luna. But instead of pride swelling in my chest, I felt my insides twisting. The way they looked at me, Selene’s face when she heard it—it all swirled inside me like poison.
By the time I left the hall, my legs moved on their own. I didn’t even know how fast I was walking, only that I needed to be away... away from those eyes, away from Killian, away from the doubt clawing
