Chapter 7

Freya’s POV

It’s the longest few seconds of my life.

His lips move painfully slow towards mine. In that second, I panic with varying emotions whirling within me, yet still unable to move or do anything.

A torchlight suddenly flashes in our direction, and I regain control of my motor skills. I fly backwards, putting enough distance between us but lose my balance in the protest. Luckily, he’s still holding my arm so his grip prevents me from hitting the hard ground.

“What are you two doing here?”

The voice sounds like one of our teachers. I’m unable to see the face because the torch flashes in my eye. I say nothing, trying to shield my eyes. However, Silas remains quiet next to me, his jaw ticking in slight irritation—unfazed by the bright lights in his eyes.

“Get back to the gathering right now! No loitering about school.”

“Yes, sir. We’ll do just that.” Silas answers, being surprisingly respectful and the teacher leaves us sooner than