FREYA'S POV
The penthouse feels too big now. Too empty
I pace from the living room to the kitchen and back again. My footsteps echo on the hardwood floors. Marcus watches me from his post by the door. Clara sits on the couch pretending to look at her phone.
Neither of them tells me to sit down. They know it would not help.
Adrian has been gone for thirty minutes. It feels like thirty hours.
"He will be fine." Clara finally breaks the silence. "He is an Alpha. He has dealt with worse than Vanessa."
"You do not know that." I snap. Then immediately feel bad. "Sorry. I just... I hate this. Hate waiting. Hate not knowing what is happening."
"I know." She stands up. "But you are safe here. That is what matters to Adrian. Keeping you safe."
"What about keeping himself safe?" My voice crac
