~~~Freya~~~

When I opened my eyes again, a sharp, brutal throbbing slammed into my head. It felt like someone had dropped a fucking boulder on my skull and left it there.

I groaned and squinted against the light. I glanced at my surroundings. I was back home — in Ivory Heights, in my own bed. Ryder was sitting right next to me, worry carved deep into his handsome features. Zoey stood by the bedside, arms crossed, looking just as concerned.

I tried to sit up. “Ow… fuck.”

“Careful,” Ryder said quickly, his strong hands gently helping me up. “Easy, bunny.”

I nodded, rubbing my temple. “I’m fine… I think.”

His...