Chapter 2

Freya’s POV

The next morning, at the exact hour we’d agreed to meet, I stood alone—waiting.

Caelum never showed.

An ache began to bloom in my chest, slow and steady, like frost creeping across glass. I told myself to be patient, told myself he would come. That surely, this time, he wouldn’t let me down.

I reached for the mind-link.

A flicker of hope.

Maybe he was on his way.