Freya’s hand was still in Rion’s as he led her away from the dining hall.
The castle corridors were quiet, the air thick with something unspoken as they walked in silence.
Freya wasn’t sure why she was allowing this—why she was letting him lead her deeper into his world. Why her hand was still in his.
But she wanted to know.
She wanted to understand.
The more time she spent in Corvia, the more she realized that there was so much she didn’t know about this place.
And about him.
Rion stopped at a large bookshelf near the far end of his study.
Freya frowned.
Why were they in his study?
She opened her mouth to ask, but before she could, his fingers grazed over the worn leather bindings of a book.
With a simple pull, the shelf moved.
Freya’s breath caught.
The entire bookshelf spl
