STEVE POV
I let out a deep, shaky breath as I finally got Freya settled on the bed. I never meant for things to go this far—I just couldn’t stand there and watch her completely lose control of herself. I still don’t fully understand what the hell is happening, but seeing her like this… It f*****g breaks me.
Why does it have to be only tears? For the past few days I have met her.
Her tears keep replaying in my head, and every time I picture her face crumpled in pain, something inside my chest cracks a little more.
“Luna…” Freya mumbled weakly, her voice barely above a whisper as I tried to ease her down properly onto the pillows.
I paused for a second. Luna, her daughter. The way she said the name—so soft, so broken—it hit me hard.
I stayed patient, moving slowly so I wouldn’t startle
