FREYA'S POV
Slowly, consciousness seeps back into my aching body, my eyelids fluttering open. The dimly lit room comes into focus, and I realize I am lying on a soft bed, cocooned in a haven of solitude. Panic flutters within me, threatening to consume my senses, but as my gaze drifts to the figure beside me, a wave of relief washes over me like a balm for my weary soul. It's Marshall.
His eyes, filled with a potent blend of worry and relief, meet mine, and a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips. I can sense the genuine concern emanating from him as he leans closer, his voice laced with a tenderness I have never witnessed before. He explains how he found me, the urgency in his words underscoring the depths of his emotions.
Gratitude and confusion intertwine within me, battling for
