FREYA
When I pushed myself up from the ground, my legs felt like jelly. My whole body ached from the sparring session, but it wasn’t the bruises that made my chest tight...it was the way Killian’s eyes had lingered on me after he saw my mark.
I forced a half-smile and muttered something about being exhausted, and slipped away before he could ask any questions. My voice was steady enough, but my heart was hammering like it wanted to escape my ribcage.
“Tired,” I told myself as I crossed the training ground, dragging my feet for effect. “That’s all. Just tired. We can continue tomorrow.”
But that was a lie.
The truth was, I needed to get away before Killian cornered me with questions I wasn’t ready to answer. Because he’d seen it—I knew he had. The mark. My curse, my reminder, my chain.
