Startled, Freya's mind instantly cleared, and she nearly jumped out of her seat.
It was Niklaus.
His expression was ice. His sandalwood and pine scent hit her like a wave.
"You’re awake," he said coldly. "Get up. What are you, a stray? You just pass out anywhere and hope no one drags you off and slaughters you?"
He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off without waiting for her.
Freya rubbed her face and slowly stood up.
Yeah. That was no dream. Niklaus would never call her "Frey."
When she stepped out later, Rodney and Victoria were already waiting. The group had lunch, then spent the afternoon walking around the resort.
It was peaceful. A rare break from Pack business.
Dinner was held at a restaurant inside the resort. That’s when Freya learned the con
