Freya’s POV
Waking up crept into my consciousness slowly, almost imperceptibly. It was as if I were slowly swimming toward the surface from thick, black water. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept so deeply and undisturbed. There were no nightmares, no fleeing, just a dark, warm, safe emptiness.
My body was still heavy, and the pain in my back and wrists hadn't completely vanished, but it had somehow become duller, more distant. The cooling salve Jax had applied still tingled on my skin. I breathed in, and my lungs were instantly filled with the scent of pine, leather, and clean rain. Jax's scent, which heavily permeated the black cotton t-shirt he had put on me, and the heavy down comforter that covered me.
I wanted to move slowly, to stretch my numb limbs, but my survival ins
