Thorne
I got out of the car, heaving an exasperated sigh while adjusting the black coat draped over my shoulder. As soon as the door slammed shut, a maid rushed towards me, lowering her head in reverence for me while trying to collect the bag containing the potted plant that I had gotten for Freya pending the time that she would regain consciousness.
Anxiety crept at the back of my neck and despite the new doctor telling me that she would regain consciousness, I couldn’t get rid of the fear that lingered in my mind. The what ifs.
Ever since I saved her from the fire, I had stayed by her side, tendering to her. My fear heightened when her fever burned high, and I had to place damp clothing on her head to cool her down.
Astrid had wanted to help but since I was the reason she was in t
