Chapter 97

Freya’s pov.

I stormed out of Dorian’s room, my thoughts a raging storm. Jealousy twisted in my chest like a blade. I hated how I felt—raw, betrayed, furious. I couldn’t even see where I was going, moving like a hurricane, shoving past anyone too slow to step aside.

"Freya, calm down," Reyna'...

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