Freya’s P.O.V

I jolted awake, my heart pounding from the nightmare that still clung to my mind. I had seen myself vomiting blood, helpless, before a hand pushed me into the ocean.

A groan escaped my lips as I sat up, trying to catch my breath, wiping away the sweat beginning to bead on my forehead. Before I could make sense of what was going on, the sound of stilettos clicking against the floor broke through my thoughts.

“Are you awake?” A voice cooed, and I instinctively turned toward it. Celeste was striding toward me, worry etched across her face as she quickened her pace, sitting beside me on the...