Freya's POV

Leaving the training ground, I walk straight to my room. My feet feel like lead, and all I crave is the embrace of my bed. Just as I hover over the soft mattress, hoping to sink into it and shut out the world, the sharp vibration of my phone slices through the stillness. The device lies atop the blanket, buzzing insistently. For a fleeting moment, I think about ignoring it. Whoever it is can wait. But then the name flashing on the screen grabs my ...