SIXTEEN
GRIM
“Who? Grim?” Annabel’s voice went from shock to horror. She swiveled on me, pulling her soft hand from mine with a jerk. “You killed Freya? And you didn’t think to mention it?”
I forced down the wave of anger that my own mate so readily thought the worst of me—I had killed her, after all. She couldn’t be entirely blamed for jumping to conclusions.
“I did no such thing,” I said, giving Freya a dark look. I had a good idea who had killed her, though. And why.
“Grim?” the goddess asked, her tears slowing as she took us in. “Why would Grim…?”
Annabel turned back to her, frowning. “It wasn’t Grim? Then who?”
Freya shook her head. “I cannot… Cannot tell you. Tell anyone.”
Annabel hissed out a breath. Repeatedly. “You have been cursed to silence?”
“I have,” Freya said, her v
