Freya grabbed my sleeve, pulling me back.
"Hold up, Stormborn. Something tells me you don't have a plan."
I yanked my arm free from her grip. "Because I don't."
She squinted her eyes. "I don't want to state the obvious, but if you go there without a plan, you'll die. And I'm not dragging your corpse back."
"Then stay here."
Her smirk faded, just for a second. "Not happening. I said I'm in, and I meant it."
We had barely gone anywhere, and Freya was already on my nerves.
"Why are you here?" I snapped. "What's in this for you? Do you consider this a date?"
She stepped closer, her eyes locking onto mine. "Maybe I'm bored. Maybe I want to see if you're as tough as you say. Or maybe I know more about Kyro than you think."
My blood ran cold. "What do you know?"
She shrugged, stepping toward the gate. "Get me to that tavern in Viridale, and maybe I'll tell you."
