Freya's Pov
I got to my room before the tears came. Not sad tears. Mad tears. Mixed-up tears. The kind that come when you don't know what you feel.
I shut my door hard and leaned on it. I slid down to the floor. My hands shook. My heart beat fast like I ran a big race.
"Tell me you don't feel this thing between us."
I said that out loud to Dane. What is wrong with me?
A knock made me jump.
"Freya? It's me."
Evie.
"I'm fine," I said, but my voice cracked.
"No, you're not. I saw you run out like something chased you." The door handle moved. "Let me in."
I did not move.
"Freya Laurent, I will stand here and talk through the door if I have to. You know I will."
She would. That would be worse.
I stood and opened the door. Evie looked at my face and came in. She shut the door.
"Oka
