Freya’s POV
I looked at Ezren’s palm and the earrings sitting in the center. His gray eyes were clouded with emotion. “Those are from the homeless woman who died.”
I hurried away with no better understanding of Ezren than before. I couldn’t explain the feeling of betrayal that overtook me seeing him. It was all I wanted for months. Yet there he stood, looking unaffected by anything I said. I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t pretend that somehow I could be enough or prove I was enough for him. I was done, mark be damned.
Everyone on the grounds started counting down out loud as if it were New Year’s Eve. I paused, processing. The last pole was closing. I waited in anticipation for the people’s reaction. An eruption of cheers went out all around. People were high-fiving, hugging, and l
