Freya's Pov
I woke up to real sunlight pouring through the window.
Not that creepy endless white nothing. Not the black hole I’d been stuck in. Actual sunlight.
I was home.
My whole body felt like absolute garbage, like I’d run fifty miles then got flattened by a semi. But I was breathing. Awake. Still in one piece.
More or less. Hard to feel totally normal when you’ve just shoved a jagged chunk of murderous goddess energy back into your soul like it’s a missing puzzle piece.
I rolled my head to the side and there was Dane, passed out in the chair next to the bed, still holding my hand like he was afraid I’d vanish again if he let go. He looked wrecked. Bruised looking shadows under his eyes, scruff taking over his jaw, hair a mess. Days of this, clearly.
He hadn’t left me. Not onc
