KYMON'S POV
The door is closed.
The library door is locked. Weird—it's always open till midnight. I haven't been here since Trinity said she'd be leaving for the North. I have no clue if she's back yet.
But she'd given the keys to Becky like she said she would. So, either Becky is slacking on her job, or something is wrong—but I'm very exhausted.
I shove my fingers into the pocket of my coat and rest my forehead against the cold, misty glass door. I take a deep breath, trying to soothe the ache in my chest. But the moment I close my eyes, I see her again. Holding a sword to my heart, her eyes filled with nothing but hatred.
The Freya I knew would never try to harm anyone, especially not me. Maybe she has changed… or maybe I'm wrong about this.
I remember the nausea that hit my body. I was fine—until she held that sword to my chest. Then it felt like the world was spinning. Like someone had tampered with my consciousness.
