FREYA
“Freya.”
I feel a hand tap me awake the next morning as Eli’s voice slowly fills my half asleep ears.
I never waited yesterday to know how his dance with Victoria went. Martin was already dozing off and bringing him home to bed was my excuse to leave too.
I come up out of sleep to find him already dressed, a heavy coat in his hands, the room still dark and the air through the window cold enough that I know it is barely past the turn of the night.
"Get up," he says quietly. "Put this on. Come with me."
He does not explain and there is something in his face, grim and set, that tells me not to ask. So I do not. I take the coat and follow him out into the cold dark and across the silent grounds to the training yard.
When we get there, members of the council are already there.
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