KYMON'S POV
I stare at her. Just stare at her. I'm trying to figure out if I should be happy or scared—because she might just be my Freya.
I don't know if she's playing tricks on me, but I feel this unnamed connection between us. I've never let anyone insult me or try to kill me and go scot-free, but I've let her. Despite how much she has wronged me, I still forgive her, time and time again.
At first, I saw her as an incarnate of Adena. I admit—I got scared. But now... what if there's a possibility she's my Freya? That she's come back to me?
I can see her face. She stands before me, black hair soaked in rainwater, grey eyes smiling at me. I should say sorry—for not loving her enough. For not loving her like I had loved her best friend. She deserved way better than me.
"Freya, my love." I shift forward, reaching out to her, wanting to feel her skin once again.