Freya’s POV
I sat on the porch in the backyard, exhausted from the day's events with the private investigator. I swirled the rose wine in my glass and took a sip. I delighted in the taste as it ran down my throat. With my feet tucked into my large sweater, I watched Ezren exit the house to join me.
His dark hair was disheveled, falling over his gray eyes. He looked as tired as I felt. He stopped to pour himself a glass of wine from the bottle on the small table next to me. Long legs stretched out in front of him as he leaned back in the chair across from me.
I cast my gaze out into the garden my mother loved. After learning what Kael had done, I needed to feel her and my father around me.
“How are you holding up?” Ezren asked.
I blew out my breath, drank the rest of my glass, and put
