FREYA The memory of that dreadful night tormented me as I tossed and turned on my bed, trying to take a nap in my room. Yes, I was back in my room. I could not even bear to sleep on the same bed with Icarus or come close to his tower after that night’s horrifying experience. Being in the same room where it all happened was too much for me. Imani’s fiery eyes still haunted me, and the conjured pictures of my husband and late child visited me frequently, urging me to act faster. I could not believe this was happening to me. I had allowed the vengeance I had resurrected with, to be extinguished by Icarus. But after that night, the flame was revived. Icarus might be my mate now, but he had to pay for the sins of his past. Considering the fact that he still harbored so much hate for witc

