Freya's POV
I was seated in the dining room, my eyes on the book but my mind was far away. I tried to concentrate, take my mind away from what had just happened, nothing was working.
I had been restless ever since I returned from the office because of what happened. I was really scared, because if anyone found out about me.....
There was a knock on the front door which made my heart jump until it opened and Orson walked in. I'd given him a spare key. I looked at him, and my heart skipped. His movements were sharp, his jaw tight, his eyes stormy.
I sat up quickly. “What happened? You look… angry." I tossed the book aside. "Did something happen?”
He removed his jacket which he placed on the sofa and he ran a hand on his face while pacing back and forth, something he did when
