Freya’s POV

The moment the spotlight dimmed and I slipped off stage, my body felt like it had run a marathon.

Sweat glued the inside of my costume to my skin, my pulse still pounding with a mix of adrenaline and dread. I didn’t pause to take a breath—I just pushed through the velvet curtain, ducked into the back hallway, and bee-lined for the dressing room like a hunted animal.

Stella had seen me. I was almost sure of ...