Freya‘s pov.

I woke with a jolt.

The air was thick, warm, and laced with unfamiliar scents. A dull ache thrummed in the back of my skull, and for a moment, I couldn't remember who I was, let alone where I was.

Then, I saw him.

Brown eyes. Deep, dark, and invasive. They pierced through the haze, studying me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.

He was close. Too close.

I scrambled backward, nearly knocking over the table behind me. "Who the hell ...