Author’s POV
Freya stumbled into Callum’s home well covered in a cape. She couldn’t stay one more day in the palace seeing Ronan. Its almost as if with each passing second her hatred for him grows. She feels left out in his life. His words were confusing as if he might be hiding something. Guilt had made her run from Callum, but now she has chosen to feel unashamed about her affection.
She opened the back door to a secret room he had once shown her to take whenever she wanted to come. Even if he isn’t around, its always open to her. Knocking slightly, she entered and was surprised to see Callum by the fireplace rocking a chair. He didn’t flinch at her entry. Freya shut the doir and stood abruptly.
“Did you know i was coming?” She asked.
Callum shrugged holding her gaze. “Can’t say
