Chapter 8: Secrets and Suspicions
(Freya's POV)
I froze the moment I saw Aaron leaning against the doorframe, his golden eyes glued to the empty cup in my hand. His sharp gaze flicked between me and the sink where the healing herbs swirled away, leaving nothing but the faint scent of the bitter remedy. My chest tightened, every nerve in my body shrieking with tension.
Raising the empty bowl slightly, I forced my voice steady. “Didn’t you see everything?”
Aaron’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. His posture radiated an icy control that only made his presence more suffocating. “You poured it out.” His words weren’t a question.
“I already told you I wouldn’t drink it,” I replied, meeting his glare head-on. My fingers gripped the bowl tighter, tension building with every second his
