Freya‘s pov.

The sunlight pierced through the shutters, casting golden streaks across the floorboards. I stirred, woken not by the warmth of morning, but by the noise outside. At first, I couldn’t quite place the sounds — grunts, sharp breaths, dull thuds — until realization hit me like a slap. I shot upright and rushed to the window.

Tiberius and Dorian. Fighting. For fuck’s sake.

I muttered a curse under my breath and started throwing on whatever I could find. ...