Freya’s POV

Of all the humiliating ways to lose face in front of Clarence Finerman, this had to be the absolute worst.

One second, I was reaching for the shampoo bottle; the next, the world tilted sideways. My foot slipped on the wet tile, my back slammed into the hard floor, and I heard the sickening crack of my elbow against the shower frame. A sharp jolt of pain shot through my spine.

“Damn it,” I muttered, wincing as I tried to ...