Freya’s POV
Ezren was close to my side, and I leaned my head on his shoulder. He was so relaxed. It surprised me. We strolled down the hall away from my room. I hadn’t adventured this far. There was no need. I stopped at my room, and that was it. Too tired to care about exploring.
We came upon tall white doors with two crescent moons facing each other. The swirls drift off from the outer edge. It was our fated mate mark painted in the same rose color on our skin.
Ezren stood between the doors and me and took both my hands. He closed his eyes and lifted my knuckles to his mouth, kissing them tenderly. His lashes fluttered as he pulled my scent into his nose, nostrils flaring. He sighed against my fingers and looked suddenly stoic.
“I have loved you for a long time. I hid behind my doub
