Freya’s P.O.V

My fingers should have been splayed on his chest but instead, I was met with this silky surface and that was the moment it hit that Thorne wasn’t in bed with me. A groan slipped from my mouth as I pulled the duvet over my head, my eyes squeezing shut.

“Thorne” I mumbled.

However, I was met with silence— a deafening one that made fear curdle in my stomach.

Mind-linking with him also seemed nearly impossible. Like something was blocking it.

My eyes flew open and I shoved the duvet to the side, sitting upright with my back against the headboard. Not waking up to Thorne was pretty...