FREYA'S POV

Yesterday, still felt fresh in my head, and the image of Rain on our bed stayed rent-free in my head. I tried to ignore the agonizing pain I’ve been feeling since our break. I felt like screaming at myself that it had only been a day, yet it felt like an eternity.

“Freya,” Kian called, his voice low and commanding. He blocked my way, grabbing my hands.

I moved away from him and his delicious smell. “What do you want?”

“Can we please talk?” He begged. He had dark ...