FREYA POV
“It’s just a dream,” I keep murmuring just to steady my heartbeat.
“God.”
I sat up abruptly on the couch, still breathing heavily. I pressed my palm flat against my chest like I could force my heart to slow down. It was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my ears, even in the tips of my fingers. I had to look around to make sure I knew where I was.
Never in my life have I had a vivid dream that felt so real. I remembered before I fell asleep, my head was still mumbling over what Diana said about Steve:
“He kills…”
And after she left, I came to the living room and sat on the couch while I kept looking at the front door, expecting Steve to walk inside. At that moment, I knew my mind and soul couldn’t get what Diana said out of my head, and I just wanted to see h
