Freya's pov

The pizza arrives about thirty minutes later and we all sit around my dorm room eating and trying to act like we're not worried about what Stella might actually know about me but the tension in the air makes it hard to pretend everything is normal.

Emma is sitting on the floor with her back against my bed and she keeps glancing at me like she wants to ask questions but isn't sure if she should and I appreciate her restraint because I don't have good answers right now.

"So what's ...