Chapter 37

~Gael~

I chugged the last of my drink, the ice clinking rebelliously against the glass. My finger drummed an erratic rhythm on my temple, trying to make sense of the mess my life had become. Three days had passed since I had seen Freya again, arm in arm with that mysterious bastard, Damon Cross— the Silent Lord. The image of them together had taken up residence in my brain, refusing to vacate the