Freya POV
I sat back on the bed, still unable to believe how perfectly Ben and Steve had played me. They had coordinated that whole scene just to get me to come upstairs and rest. I looked into the mirror and a small smile appeared on my face.
"He’s kind of sweet and thoughtful," I murmured to my reflection.
I pulled off my clothes and lay down on the bed. My body felt heavy with exhaustion. I thought about the s*x we just had—it was a "bad" one, meaning it was so good and crazy that it made me forget every worry I had. Usually, my mind would be spinning with the shock of Mark stabbing Lila, but that felt far away now. The thoughts of Mark, Lila, and even the party just fade, and somehow my mind prepares for the worst, if it’s happening..
I slept off.
I woke up and squinted at the dig
