Chapter 31

Freya’s POV

Xena crashed onto the soft plush bed layered with wool and cotton covers, sighing in sweet relief.

The warm bath definitely did a lot of good to her tensed-up joints and generally relaxed her after the most tasking day of flaunting her goddess-given talents.

I sat stiffly on the edge of my bed with a small smile—a small forced smile. Behind it though, the various thoughts revolving around her ominous history with her supposed rival and now past ex swirl endlessly in my mind.

I smile nevertheless, because what else am I supposed to do about it? I want to pry so badly that the edges of my forced smile crack a little but I reinforce it.

It’s a delicate topic and I need to gently slide it out of her, like a very greasy baby.

“I am so out of it. I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“Right now? No way.”

“I have to. I’m participating in tomorrow’s sparring category, remember?”

Darn it! I had forgotten about that one