Chapter 138: The Moon's Mercy
The sky was still dark, but a faint whisper of dawn tingled the horizon like a held breath. Freya sat with her back against the rough bark of a pine tree, the forest silent around her except for the slow, steady crunch of boots pacing in a circle nearby. Kai had been walking the perimeter for over ten minutes, his golden eyes alert, his muscles tense. It was the only way he could manage the rage brewing beneath his skin.
Freya's fingertips pressed against the small cut on her arm—the only physical reminder of the earlier ambush. The rest of her wounds were all inside, emotional and raw.
"They were rogues," she said quietly, not really asking.
Kai didn't answer at first. His footsteps stopped. He turned slowly, crouching before her, his hands resting on his knees. "Not just rogues. Trained ones. Someone sent them to hurt you, Freya."
"I figured," she murmured.
