Freya's pov

The next week passes in a strange combination of normal college life and constant awareness that Marcus could try something at any moment and I'm never quite able to relax because there's always someone watching or following me between classes.

Sebastian walks me to my Monday morning literature class and waits outside until it's over because we decided that having one of them visible would deter any attempts to grab me during the day.

"This is going to get old fast," I tell ...