Arin had taken Micah away from her using the same tactics she herself had used. If Arin had better methods, Freya would have accepted it, but this hurt deeply.

Freya watched from a distance as Micah tenderly cared for Arin, patiently feeding her medicine and staying by her side until she fell asleep. It wasn't until then that Micah finally left, only to lock eyes with Freya the moment he turned around. Micah pressed his lips together and said quietly, "Why are you here?"

Freya glanced past him at Arin, lying on the bed. "It's not exactly a secret anymore."

Rumors had spread across the Yaren Tribe about how Arin had risked her life to deliver crucial information to Micah. Some said Micah was so grateful he planned to cancel their wedding and marry Arin instead. Freya had come because those rumors made her feel like her world was crumbling.

Micah could read all of this in her eyes. "She brought me the message, and I don't want her to die," he explained.

That was Micah's stance. Beyond gratitude, he felt nothing for Arin. Though others might think he was now responsible for her, Micah's feelings had always been clear. Even if he owed someone, he wasn't the type to repay them with his life.

Micah was explaining himself to her. This was something she hadn't

but couldn't find the words. The truth was undeniable. With Micah's position and everything they had been through,

the matter?" Micah

this, wouldn't that be crue? Or do you think I'm

her head.

throat tightened, and without thinking, she threw her arms around

thick with emotion. Everyone thought she had worn Micah down with her persistence, but Micah

back comfortingly. "Come on, now. You're too old to be crying like this,

do all this for me," Freya said, her voice shaky with

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