Freya’s P.O.V
I stared down at my stomach, rubbing it instinctively, before the sound of the gigantic door creaked open. Sucking in a deep breath, I stepped into the hallway and as soon as the door slammed shut behind me, I quickly hid in a corner, pressing myself against the cold walls.
Inhaling another deep breath, I marshaled the last bit of strength inside of me and peeked around the corner for any sign of him.
By him, I meant Thorne.
Even though Astrid told me that he rarely visited the library, I just felt the urge to be extra careful. The last thing I wanted was to be around him and spark something uncontrollable between us.
I noticed how the maids sat down on benches around the hallway, chatting and chuckling freely. The more I observed them, the more I couldn't help but not
