~~~Freya~~~

Ryder stood at the entrance of the kitchen, his eyes dark and unreadable. He had changed into a simple black shirt and sweatpants, his hair still damp from the shower. His presence filled the entire room.

Nanny Grace went quiet immediately.

Ryder’s gaze was locked on me — intense, heavy, and full of something I couldn’t quite name.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might crack my ribs.

Did he hear us?

The question kept screaming in my head. I was prying into his past, digging up shit he clearly didn’t want anyone touching. He was already pissed at me this morning. What if he’s even...