Shattered Sanctuary

FREYA’S POV

Enzo got there before anyone else.

The second he walked through the broken door, I collapsed into his arms. I didn’t care that my face was a mess or that my voice had been shredded by crying. I didn’t even care that I smelled like blood and ash and panic. I just needed to be held.

And he didn’t ask questions. Not at first. He didn’t demand answers or pull away. He just wrapped his arms