KILLIAN
I was only a few steps behind her, my pace steady but my eyes fixed on her back. Something in the way Freya stormed off didn’t sit right with me—it wasn’t just anger. There was a stiffness in her shoulders, a sharpness to her stride that carried more than irritation.
Then I saw her face as she entered the training ground. Her expression shifted, and even from a distance, I felt it—like the air itself had thickened. My stomach tightened, a strange vibration coursing through me. Heat....the kind I had never felt before. I froze for a second, pressing a hand against my chest. What the hell was this? Why would I be reacting like this, was it because of her?
My heartbeat quickened, echoing the rhythm of that strange vibration, and as I looked at Freya, I realized it wasn’t random. S
