FREYA POV
My mind was completely blank. Nothing in this life had prepared me for the sentence I had just read on that screen.
The words sink through my chest and turn my entire body cold.
Steve was still standing directly in front of me. He didn't move to cover himself; he remained exactly where he was, naked and dripping with water.
"Did he really stab her?" I finally whispered.
Steve didn't answer immediately. He moved then, stepping around me with a slow, predatory grace until he was standing behind me. I could feel the heat radiating from his damp skin against my back, a stark, terrifying contrast to the chill that had settled over me.
"Yes," his voice was low, vibrating right against the nape of my neck.
I looked back sharply, needing to see his face to know if this was some
