FREYA POV
The first thing I felt was the smell—the stinging scent of bleach and cold air that only exists in one place.
Hospital.
I opened my eyes slowly, and my head felt like it was about to split into two. The white ceiling was blurry, and every time I tried to focus, the room tilted. I wanted to just sink back into the dark, but then I heard it.
A voice. Low, cold, and vibrating with a kind of authority that made the hair on my arms stand up.
I managed to turn my head just an inch. Steve was standing by the window, his back turned to me. He looked huge against the clinical white of the room, his shoulders tight, his phone pressed to his ear.
"I don't care what he says," Steve hissed into the phone. His voice was a lethal whisper, the kind that promised blood. "Keep him there. If
