Freya's POVFreedom was so close I could taste it.But as I was running, I felt it — a presence, a shift in the air. Something, someone was here. Ahead stood a figure, eyes glowing red with crimson and bloodlust. My heart leapt to my throat and my brain screamed at me to stop and turn back. Turn back. Turn back.Freya, turn back! But I didn't.I loomed near and my stomach dropped.No. No, no, no.“You’re leaving?” Xaden said, his muscular body blocking my path.His menacing, red eyes locked onto mine, unreadable. His shirt was torn, a streak of blood was smeared across his face and I stared. None of it was his own. I'm sure.He took another step and I instinctively reeled back. He probably sensed my fear and took another step back. And for the first time in my life, when I looked at him, I didn't see arrogance, not cruelty or rage. His gaze had melted into something softer, something different. It was something I had never noticed before.“You were going to leave,” he said quietly
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