Don't Misunderstand Me
Freya's Point of View
The walk back to the room felt longer than it probably was.
She was still shaking. Not from cold, though the night air had been cold enough. The shaking came from somewhere deeper than that, from the hours of everything that had happened stacked on top of each other, pressing down from the inside out. She kept her arms close to her body and her eyes forward and told herself that the shaking would stop when she was somewhere safe enough to let it.
She was not sure when that was going to be.
Lucian said nothing the entire way. He did not explain where they were going or why, did not offer anything to fill the silence between them. He walked and she walked beside him and the quiet sat around them like something neither of them was ready to dis
