FREYA POV
It had been about thirty minutes since Steve left me alone in this room. I’m actually embarrassed by how fast I polished off that full plate of grilled chicken breast glazed with honey and herbs, roasted sweet potatoes, and a crisp garden salad with cherry tomatoes and feta. He’d even left a glass of fruit wine and two painkillers on the tray. I caught myself staring at them for a second—the guy was a brute, but he didn't miss a single thing.
Another ten minutes passed, and I was losing my patience. I couldn't just sit in this silence anymore. I stood up to find him, but before I could even reach for the handle, the door swung open.
I jumped back, my heart nearly thudding out of my chest.
Steve was just standing there, filling up the whole doorway with that massive frame. He
