“Freya?” I heard a man whisper.

“Freya?” He whispered again, his voice very soft and familiar.

“Freya? Can you hear me?” He asked quietly.

A hand squeezed my shoulder and even though it was very gentle in its touch, it still startled me and I snapped awake. With my heart racing, I ripped my sore body away from the hard-wooden desk. I felt my shoulder and the hand was gone.

“Huh? Who's there?” I asked sleepily while I rubbed my eyes trying to focus.

Standing in front of me was a tall dark-haired figure and it definitely wasn't Evan or Mason.

“It's okay, Freya. It's me Samael,” he answered a...