The urge to back further away is strong, but something much stronger has taken hold of her. It keeps her in place, the sound of his voice a rope that moors her as she threatens to drift away. Her eyes fill and her throat tightens, and she finds that she can't answer him.

Not at first.

Not right away.

When she does find her voice, she only has one question. It's nothing she would've asked before today, but now she must know.

"Did you know?"

Did he know what Freya's mirror planned to do?