Freya's POV
Let the Battle Begin
A few slain enemies and some playful banter later, Lucian and I are tied, each with twenty-four kills. Every coast, including the northern edge, has been cleared, yet the shipment still hasn’t appeared. The delay gnaws at me, it’s already past the tenth hour of the night, and something feels off.
As I round the corner of a supply stack, I slam into a solid, unyielding chest. My reflexes kick in, and I raise my dagger to strike, but before I can land the blow, I’m pinned against a massive crate, my wrist caught in a vice-like grip. That familiar sweet scent hits me, and just then, I realize it’s Lucian, who I almost impaled.
Hmph. Oh well. If I had stabbed him, it wouldn’t have hurt anyone that important.
"Freya, I’m hurt," Lucian’s voice drips with mo
