His mother never denied him before. He swallowed hard, forcing back tears.
Jane sensed the tension immediately and quietly ushered Kael out of the house.
Freya didn’t even have the strength to comfort him. She couldn’t. Not today.
At the front desk of the service center, the front-desk hesitated when she looked up. Disbelief flashed in her eyes—here stood Luna Freya, the woman everyone believed to be living the perfect fairy tale.
But she quickly hid her shock and directed Freya to Chamber 302.
Inside, a masked man confirmed her details, such as the time, the method and the logistics of her death.
After she gave her final answers, he spoke again, voice low and grave. “Once you sign, there’s no turning back. Seven moon days from now, Freya Corvath will cease to exist.”
She nodded. Her hand didn’t even shake as she signed her name.
Then she removed her sandalwood bracelet—the one thing she never took off. “If I’m going to die,” she murmured, “make it convincing.”
The bracelet meant everything. After giving birth to Kael, Freya had fallen into a mysterious coma.