28. Zeke

The roar of the waterfall sets me on edge. Is the rushing sound of water smashing into the rocks intended to disguise footsteps, the approach of an assassin? Is someone willing to play on my foolish adoration of Freya?

I pace, keeping my back to the waterfall. My black leather jacket, dark green shirt, and black jeans blend in with the surrounding forest. I want to see exactly who is approaching. Rush is on high alert. Freya’s letter had suggested she would meet me. I’d practically sprinted here tonight, expecting to see her brown curls instantly.

Nothing.

Even though simply by being here, I've probably lost Cillians trust forever. Demotion and exile look likely, but it pales in comparison to letting her attempt whatever crazy scheme she is running on her own.

/Because she is ours to protect. We have known that since we first left her behind with Finn. Ours./

Every day at Cragstone since receiving the letter had been a slow form of torture. Luna Matilda’s eternal kindness, trying to