"I…" she began, faltering. Her voice, for once, had lost its usual polish. "I heard from Elin what you did…"
Her words trailed off. She realized then that Nathan didn't blink, didn't shift awkwardly like most men did under her gaze. He simply waited—still, focused, impenetrable.
"Heard what exactly?" Nathan asked, his voice even, though a sliver of doubt flickered in his mind. He already had a hunch about what she was referring to—something he had hoped would stay buried in silence.
If it were up to him, Elin would have kept her mouth shut. The incident with the Roman politicians wasn't something he wanted echoing through the halls of their camp. But it seemed that discretion had slipped through her fingers, and now the consequences stood before him, cloaked in curiosity and suspicion.
"You helped her," Freja replied, her eyes narrowing slightly. "When they were hurting that girl"
