FREYA’S POV
Marshall gently lowered me from his shoulder, carefully placing me on the forest floor. I could feel the weakness coursing through my body, rendering me unable to stand on my own. The vulnerability within me surged, knowing I was at his mercy. But as I glanced up at him, his eyes meeting mine, I saw a flicker of familiarity, a glimmer of emotions that I thought had vanished.
He took a step closer, his presence both comforting and intimidating. His voice, a mix of concern and determination, cut through the stillness of the woods. "Freya," he whispered, his voice laced with worry.
"I have no idea what would have become of me if something had happened to you. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you."
His words echoed in the quiet forest, wrapping around me like a protective
