Freya/Freddie pov

I wake up on the couch with a blanket I don't remember having and the smell of coffee and bacon coming from the kitchen area of Sebastian Logan and Zane's dorm suite.

My neck aches from sleeping in a weird position but I feel safer than I have in weeks because I spent the night surrounded by people who actually care about protecting me instead of lying awake alone in my room wondering when my stalker might decide to escalate their threats.

"Morning sleepyhead" Zane calls ...