Freya's pov
"Matt?" I blurted, my eyes widening in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
He smiled, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Hey, Freya," Matt said, a playful smirk on his lips. "I thought I'd come and visit my old friend. It's been a while since I've seen you."
I sighed, my brow furrowing with concern. "Matt, what are you really doing here?" I asked, stepping aside to let him in. "Logan's not here."
He followed me into the room, his shoulders slumping. "I know," he said, a troubled look crossing his face. "That's kind of why I'm here."
My heart started to pound.I narrowed my eyes, taking in the sight of Matt's injured hand. "What happened to your hand?" I asked, stepping forward to inspect it. "It's bleeding!"
He winced as I gently probed his wound. "I was
