FREYA'S POV:

When I returned to the room later that day, the room had been cleaned up.

The broken glass shards were all gone, my mattress had been pulled from the corner it had been tossed into and the bed laid.

Everything was spotless.

The entire mess was gone, and so was Xena.

I had been grateful for the stillness, especially since the rain's rage had calmed, and Xena's absence had given me the chance to think about my pathetic lonely life without a single person I could call my ...