Freya's Pov
“Are you sure you’re okay, Freya?”
Sam crouched beside me, her warm hand pressing gently against my shoulder.
I forced a smile, brushing off the nausea that still churned in my belly. “Maybe it’s something I ate earlier. I don’t feel great, but I’ll survive. Why don’t we go for a walk?” I added with false cheer, pretending I hadn’t nearly collapsed moments ago.
Sam tilted her head, eyeing me with that signature mix of amusement and concern. “A walk, huh?”
“Sam?” I waved a hand in front of her distracted face. “What’s wrong?”
“Come with me to my room,” she said suddenly, grabbing my wrist with more enthusiasm than I liked. “Just trust me.”
She practically dragged me down the hall and into her room, pushing the door shut behind us.
“Sit.”
She patted the edge of her king-
