~~~Freya~~~

I sank deeper into the massive couch in the living room, staring out at the dark ocean through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The house was quiet now. Too quiet. After the chaos at the bank, the flashing lights, the gunshots, and that arrogant stranger bleeding out because of me… everything felt surreal.

My head still throbbed a little. I touched the small bruise on my knee from when I hit the floor and winced. Zoey had gone home after making sure I was okay, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

And my thoughts were a mess.

I kept seeing his face — that cocky, stranger who jumped in front of...