FREYA'S POV
The guest bedroom is huge.
Bigger than my entire apartment. Floor to ceiling windows show the city lights below. A king sized bed with white sheets sits in the center. There is a bathroom attached. Marble. Glass shower. Everything looks like it belongs in a magazine.
I drop my duffle bag on the floor and just stand there. My feet hurt. The dress is ruined. I can still smell blood. Derek's blood. Adrian's blood. The whole apartment fight replays in my head on loop.
Werewolves tearing each other apart in my living room. Furniture exploding. Adrian's eyes glowing blue as he pinned that man to the ground.
My hands start shaking again. I clench them into fists.
"There are clothes in the closet." Adrian's voice comes from the doorway. "Should fit you. Bathroom has everyt
