FREYA
Frost jumps in front of me in a protective motion. He usually doesn’t behave like this when Desmond is around but I guess those red eyes are enough to make him worried.
“Hi,” I say weakly, coming closer to the man and he closes his eyes, rubbing them, probably trying to calm himself down, “Are you here for a long time?”
“I came as soon as I could,” he says coldly, “But you were nowhere around for a while…”
“I was with Troy,” I admit, “First at work, he made me read to him… And then I fell asleep.”
“You feel safe enough next to him to fall asleep there?” he arches his brow and I see it even in the darkness of the room.
“Rather it’s so boring there that I fall asleep at work,” I correct him and he pulls me towards him by my waist.
“I hate it, Freya, I hate that you have to go t
