Freya's Pov
Two days after I finally opened my eyes, Miriam gave me the green light to get out of bed.
“Easy does it,” she said the second my feet hit the floor. “Your body’s been through a war zone. No heroics.”
“I’m literally just going to the bathroom,” I told her. “Pretty sure I won’t die on the ten-foot journey.”
Dane was right there, hovering like he thought gravity might suddenly decide to yeet me across the room. He hadn’t left my side for more than five minutes since I woke up. Sweet? Yeah. Starting to feel a tiny bit suffocating? Also yeah.
I pushed up. Legs shook like a newborn deer. His hand darted out instantly.
“I’m good,” I said okay, maybe a little snappier than I meant.
He dropped his hand fast, and I caught the quick flash of hurt on his face.
Crap. Guilt hit me
