Freya’s Pov
By the third day I could finally move around without my legs threatening to give out on me. Huge win.
The power surges were still hitting random silver glows under my skin, weird little zaps that made me twitch, but they weren’t knocking me flat anymore. As long as Dane stayed close, the mate bond acted like a leash on the whole thing. Kept everything from spiraling.
Which basically meant he never left my side.
And honestly? I wasn’t mad about it.
Every brush of his fingers, every quick glance, every second we were in the same room… it just cranked the bond up louder. Made the ache to finish what we’d started feel almost impossible to ignore.
But something always got in the way. Pack drama. People showing up. Food. “You need rest.” You name it.
We were both wound so tigh
