FREYA POV
The way Steve asked that question, combined with the way he is looking at me now, makes me want to start explaining myself immediately. I need him to know it’s not that I’m worried about Mark; it’s just that everything feels so heavy, so uncertain.
"You don't have to be worried," Steve said.
"Hmmm," I let out, the sound vibrating in my dry throat. "I shouldn't be worried."
I never expected him to shut the conversation down so bluntly. I looked back at him, the silence between us stretching, and decided to use this as an opening to push. If I wasn't allowed to worry, then I deserved to know what he was hiding.
"Why can’t you just tell me everything then?" I asked.
"No," he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous crawl that made the hair on my arms stand up. "I would lov
