Freya’s pov
I was hearing things or perhaps my ears has gotten dysfunctional. What was I hearing?
“Wh..at.. What?” I lost my balance and stumbled onto the chair for support. My hand supported my head and tried to even my breathing and even my heart that was about to jump out from my ribcage any time soon.
They quickly came to my side, “are you okay? Freya,” someone called, I didn't know whom, I didn't care.
“Get her water,” a voice urged, the pair of hands that once held me suddenly let go.
“What's your name?” I managed to ask my stalker. I should at least learn his name. I deserved that much.
“I'm Williams,” he replied. Ha! I almost laughed at that, Williams was not a fair name for a stalker. He should have something more sophisticated, something befitting for a stalker.
“Here,” w
