He Knelt for Her
Freya's Point of View
The voice reached her before she was fully awake. Low and steady, the kind of voice that does not need to raise itself to be heard. It moved through the comfortable fog of the deepest sleep she had experienced in longer than she could remember, and pulled her back to the surface without any of the usual harshness she associated with being woken up.
She opened her eyes.
The interior of the vehicle surrounded her. Smooth leather beneath her. The quiet vibration of motion underneath everything. Pale daylight pressing through the glass beside her.
She sat up quickly and looked around, the instinct of years kicking in before her thoughts could fully catch up.
Lucian was seated across from her. He was looking at her with the same expression he always
