FREYA
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the c***k in the wooden floorboards like it might give me answers. The fire inside me had gone quiet again, leaving only an emptiness I didn’t know how to fill. No heat, no spark, nothing but silence where chaos had been. I should’ve felt relief…but I didn’t.
What ate at me wasn’t the fire. It was Killian.
One moment he’d been right in front of me, his hand brushing mine, and the next he was gone. Just…gone. Like the touch had burned him worse than it ever burned me. He didn’t say a word, didn’t look back. He bolted as if I were the curse everyone whispered about.
My stomach tightened at the memory.
I’d seen that look before…the fear, the hesitation, the disgust people tried and failed to hide when the fire showed itself. Back in Silver Sh
