I woke up the next afternoon.
When I opened my eyes, Elijah was sitting by my hospital bed. I reached up instinctively, but a sharp pain shot through my head. My fingers touched gauze wrapped around the back of my skull.
Elijah reached out to steady me. "You have a mild concussion. You need to be careful."
I nodded obediently.
"I'm sorry. What happened was Serena's fault. But she didn't mean it..."
I almost laughed. He had seen it with his own eyes, and he was still making excuses for her. He paused for a few seconds.
"Freya, just tell me what you want as compensation."
I played the long game, pretending to be understanding and magnanimous.
"No need. It's my fault. I'm just a stand-in. Of course, I would make Ms. Swift angry."
He didn't respond. He typed something on his phone. Mo
