Zavian nodded. "Have a guard call Freya to come immediately."
Azriel left, and Zavian plopped on his seat, the thoughts running around his mind and he got stuck in a maze of cluelessness. For all the centuries he had lived, he had never experienced such an occurrence before.
His mind went to his father, but it was far-fetched. The portal had been resealed and was even stronger than the first.
The soul eaters had been hunted and killed, and if they had still been among the people, news of them would have reached him since. He hated not knowing things, and when finally, Freya stepped into his study he wasted no time filling her in.
"Sit, I need your help with something," he said.
Freya cocked a brow. "Finally admitting I am smarter than you, yes?"
