Tiberius‘ pov.

Thud.

"What the—?!"

I jolted awake, groaning as pain shot through my hip. I’d landed hard—on the damn floor. I blinked against the sudden sunlight filtering through the curtains and found myself lying half-naked on the cold wood.

"What the hell?" I muttered, scrambling upright.

Then I saw her.

Freya.

Standing at the foot of the bed, a sheet wrapped around her naked body like armor, her eyes burning with fury.

"No," she ...