MARSHALL’S POV
I found myself imprisoned in the solitude of my chamber, engulfed by an eerie silence that resonated with the void dwelling within my heart. It was a desolate sanctuary where the echoes of my thoughts reverberated, relentlessly intertwining with the remnants of Freya's presence etched deeply into my mind. Each waking moment was a captive dance of obsession, as her image consumed my every thought, refusing to release its grip.
Graham's words, delivered with a weighty solemnity, echoed through the chambers of my consciousness, like an unyielding mantra. They served as an unrelenting reminder of the immense risks and dire consequences that accompanied my transgression—the forbidden love I harbored for a human. The bond I had forged with Freya was an flame in the dark, its ill
