Freya’s POV

The shriek cut through the cafeteria like a siren.

Everything stopped—the chatter, the clatter of trays, even the music playing faintly from the overhead speakers. Heads turned. Forks paused mid-air. And I froze where I stood, half a step from the next table.

The scream came from Stella’s table.

No surprise there.

I turned slowly, my eyes locking on the girl to Stella’s left. She was already on her feet, her voice pitched high and ...