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, ...