The Awakening

POV: Freya.

Lachlan didn't recoil. He didn't pull away or cast the harsh judgment I had been bracing for. Instead, his gaze tracked the single, hot tear that escaped my lashes and rolled down my cheek. I reached up, scrubbing it away with the back of my hand, trying to act indifferent.

"I’m sorry," he murmured, his tone soft but heavy with understanding.

I offered a stiff shrug, pretending my