Freyja’s POV
I don't think there is anything more he could say to me, so him calling my name was practically of no effect. I had seen it all. From the fact that that woman had the audacity to claim she was pregnant by him while dressed in sultry clothes, said it all.
My lips twisted in a scowl as we came out of her house. I had to support him out of the place because for some reason his stamina was gone. And though it was of no use trying to explain himself, he still continued to try. Even his words failed him. But somehow, even though I was burning on the inside of me, I was still able to compose myself.
Now, I have to worry about how to get him into the palace without attracting attention. Just how would I even explain it to someone like Jovan if we came across him?
“Freyja,” he star
