Freya’s POV

When I woke the next morning, the first thing I noticed was how tight and sore my eyes felt.

Great.

I shuffled to the mirror, squinting at my reflection through puffy lids. My eyes looked like they’d gone a few rounds in a tear-soaked boxing match. The skin was swollen, pink around the edges, and my lashes clumped together in little spikes. I splashed cold water over my face, hoping to bring down the puffiness. It ...