Freya’s P.O.V

I must have appeared visibly shaken when we arrived at the café Downtown, because the second Cameron saw me, he was on his feet and rushing over to my side the next instant.

“What’s wrong?” He looked from me to Sarah as he wrapped an arm around me. “What happened? Freya?”

“I think we should take a seat first.” Sarah motioned for the rest of the group to move to the very back of the restaurant, where no one would be able to overhear our conversation.

“Let’s ...