Chapter 7 Freya's pov.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

The dining hall was drowning in tension so thick it choked the air from my lungs. Every muscle in Dorian’s body was coiled tight, a predator ready to rip apart the prey before him. His eyes—black as a starless night—burned into Theon like they were knives, cutting through ...

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