FREYA
I push the thought away but my rage will not let up and the last thing I want to do is unleash any of it on him.
"You and the men gather our dead and take them back,” My voice comes out flat and cold, a Luna's voice, a stranger's voice. "Take them home.”
My heart breaks as I say the words. More dead. More widows, more fatherless children and get our enemy remains elusive.
"Frey—"
"Now," I reply sharply, my voice even colder than the first time.
Max stops. Something moves behind his eyes that looks like hurt and confusion and then he purses his lips and bows his head, the way he does to Eli, the way he has never once done to me and turns to do as I ordered.
I feel a sharp pang in my heart from suspecting the one person who always has my back but I do not have room to feel the p
