Freya’s P.O.V
My eyes flew open as my heart hammered hard against my chest and my breath came in ragged gasps. I could feel the sticky sweat that clung to my head as small whimpers left my mouth.
I had just woken up from a nightmare.
In my nightmares, I had seen Celeste looming over me while gripping a knife. For a weird reason, darkness loomed over me as I fisted the blanket, and at that moment, all the memories that had been locked in the corners of my heart occupied my thoughts.
Astrid. The two men dragged her away. How someone pressed a wet handkerchief on my nose and…
Was this a fragment of my memories, or had it been brought on by the nightmare? Why did I recall Celeste staring at me with a look so sharp and dangerous? Why did I see a cigarette dangling from her lips, watchin
