FREYA POV
The ringing in my ears was louder than the explosion of the bottle.
I stood frozen. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, and for a split second the old me wanted to curl into a ball and scream. I could feel the cold sweat breaking out on my skin while my hand still hovered near the door handle, trembling just a fraction. I didn't let it drop, though. I forced my spine to stay straight even though my knees felt like water. I couldn’t breathe or move; I suddenly felt it. A warm, slow tickle started at my hairline and began to roll down my forehead. I reached up, and my fingers grazed the skin. It’s blood. A tiny piece of glass must have flown and slid across my skin.
I looked at the red on my fingertips, and a dark, slow smirk moved at my mouth as I rea
