“You like what you see, little human?”
Rion’s voice was smooth, teasing, his lips curling into a smirk as he caught the way her eyes lingered on his tattoo.
Freya’s heart skipped a beat at being caught staring, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
She gritted her teeth and forced herself to look away.
“Raven King,” she said instead, ignoring his taunt. “Why am I here?”
His smirk faded slightly, dark eyes narrowing.
Back to calling him Raven King, was she?
That only meant one thing.
She was putting up a wall.
He moved toward her—slow, deliberate, watching the way her shoulders tensed as he closed the distance.
“I’m teaching you to fight.”
Freya arched a brow, arms crossing. “And pray tell, why do I need to?”
Rion didn’t stop moving.
He walked so close tha
