Aliana’s POV

I lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing.

Freddy was getting too close.

Too possessive.

Too dangerous.

Not just because of his power.

But because of the way he made me feel.

I clenched the sheets between my fingers, hating the way my body still hummed from his touch, from the way he had claimed me, reminded me who was in control.

I hated that I had let him.

I hated even more that I had enjoyed it.

I needed to get out.

Not ...