LOGINFREYADamien found me in the small garden behind the house two evenings later, a plate of stolen pastries balanced in one hand and his usual easy grin firmly back in place firmy plastered on his, as though the moment in the training yard had never happened at all. I’d half expected him to avoid me after Mara’s question had left him so visibly rattled, but if anything, he seemed determined to prove the opposite, showing up at my door with an offering and a stubborn refusal to acknowledge the awkwardness that had followed.“I brought a peace offering,” he said, settling onto the bench beside me without waiting for an invitation. “Mara made these for the staff, technically, but I’ve decided sharing is caring, and also that getting caught is a risk I’m willing to take for pastries this good.”“You stole from the kitchen, again.”“Borrowed. Permanently.” He offered the plate toward me, and I took one despite myself, unable to resist the warm, buttery smell drifting up from it. “How was the
FREYA“You’re staring,” I said, wiping sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, unbothered by it in a way that would have mortified the old version of me. “It’s rude, in case nobody’s told you.”That seemed to snap Damien out of whatever trance he’d fallen into, a flush creeping up his neck as he cleared his throat and looked away, though not before I caught the tail end of whatever raw expression had been sitting there a moment ago, one he clearly hadn’t intended for me to see.“I wasn’t staring.”“You absolutely were staring. I watched you do it for a solid ten seconds before you remembered how to use your mouth.” I picked up the bottle of water and took a long drink, entirely unhurried, enjoying the way his composure had cracked so thoroughly for once. “It’s a little satisfying, honestly. You usually have something clever to say within the first three seconds of seeing me. Ten whole seconds of silence feels like a personal victory.”“I was admiring your form,” he said, recoveri
FREYASix weeks after Adrian’s carriage disappeared down the road, I caught myself smiling at my own reflection, and it startled me enough that I actually stopped and looked twice. The weeks since his visit had passed in a steady, familiar rhythm, training in the mornings, small quiet moments with Damien in the evenings, careful, wary distance from Dante that neither of us had quite figured out how to close. Through all of it, though, a quiet transformation had kept shifting inside me, slow and steady, in ways I’d only half noticed until this particular morning.I’d been getting ready for another morning of training, pulling my hair back into the same practical braid I’d worn every day since Kendrick first handed me that knife, when I paused in front of the small mirror in my room and actually looked at myself, really looked, for the first time in longer than I could remember.The woman staring back at me barely resembled the one who’d stumbled across the Hamilton border months ago, f
FREYAAdrian’s threat still hung in the air when Dante moved.He crossed the courtyard fast enough that I barely registered the motion before he was already standing beside me, close enough that his shoulder nearly brushed mine, his presence radiating a cold, controlled fury that made the temperature of the entire yard seem to drop several degrees. Damien arrived a half second later from the opposite direction, positioning himself on my other side without a word, and for the first time since I’d arrived at Hamilton territory, I found myself standing between both brothers at once, neither of them making any move to step back. Whatever unspoken rivalry usually simmered between the two of them had vanished entirely, replaced by a shared, singular focus that made the courtyard feel suddenly much smaller than it had a moment ago.“You might want to reconsider that particular threat,” Dante said, his voice low and even, though the danger underneath it was unmistakable, sharper than anything
FREYAThe crumpled decree bounced off Adrian’s cheek and fell hard to the courtyard stones, and for one brief moment, nobody in the entire yard seemed to breathe. Even the wind seemed to have gone still, the whole world narrowing down to the small, crumpled ball of paper resting between us on the stones.Adrian’s expression cracked, the polished composure slipping just enough to reveal a colder, more dangerous edge underneath, disbelief warring with fury across features that had clearly never once been refused anything in his entire life.“You struck me,” he said, his voice low, almost quiet, which somehow made the moment feel worse than if he’d shouted outright.“I threw paper at your face. If you’re that fragile, perhaps reconsider a life built on demanding things from people who don’t want to give them to you.”A ripple of “oh’s” echoed through the gathered crowd, quickly stifled, though I caught the flash of Damien’s grin at the edge of my vision, wide and delighted, utterly unbo
FREYA Prince Adrian arrived two days later, and the moment he stepped down from his carriage into the Hamilton courtyard, I understood exactly why Kendrick’s expression had gone so grave the night he’d warned me someone was coming. There had been a formality to the way Kendrick delivered that warning, a carefulness I hadn’t fully understood until now, watching an actual prince descend from his carriage like the courtyard itself owed him respect simply for existing.He was tall, sharply dressed in colors that marked him unmistakably as royalty, his features handsome in the way that photographed well and not meant to see up close. A small entourage trailed behind him, guards and attendants moving with the practiced reverence of people accustomed to a temper that was constantly avoided, none of them quite meeting each other’s eyes, all of them watching him instead. With the wary attentiveness of people who had learned what happened when his mood shifted unexpectedly the hard way.
FREYAThe first thing I became aware of was the softness beneath me and it felt nothing like the cold hard floor where I'd collapsed in my own blood. For a moment, just a fleeting beautiful moment, I thought maybe it had all been a terrible nightmare and I'd wake up in the palace infirmary with my
FREYABy evening, preparation had already begun for the mating ceremony. I walked into the bedroom — which was supposed to be mine and Lucian's. But the sickening thoughts of what happened here came rushing back to me. Lilith’s scent was everywhere.I began to pack a few of my things into a box. I
“Surprise!” Damien smiled, flashing his perfect set of white teeth and throwing his hands in midair as if this was supposed to be funny. Damien was the son of the ruthless Alpha Kendrick, my father's sworn enemy and from my teen years, I've been warned to steer clear of the Hamilton brothers.“How
FREYA.I didn't head for a garden or a lonely place to lavish in agony. Instead I stormed out of the palace, sat at the back seat of my father's favourite Rolls Royce and told the chauffeur: "Take me straight to the Crest Swiss Hotel."He glanced at me from the rear mirror, understanding what my or







