Chapter 41

Dorian's pov.

The rage in my chest had turned nuclear.

Freya was gone. And this time... she left without a trace.

I paced the war room like a fucking caged animal, fists clenched, jaw set so tight I was pretty sure I’d cracked a molar. The Beast was silent. Not sulking—just eerily quiet. Like he...

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