FREYA'S POV
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in my room. I woke up feeling an overwhelming rush of emotions from the encounter with Marshall at the restaurant. My heart was in turmoil, torn between the forbidden love I felt for him and my duty as a vampire hunter.
As I lay in bed, I couldn't shake off the memory of his intense gaze, the way his eyes bore into mine with a depth that stirred something inside me. I had tried to run away from him, to deny my feelings, but fate had brought us together once more, and I couldn't escape the truth any longer.
My mind raced with thoughts of how I would explain my abrupt departure to Paul. I knew I had hurt him, and the guilt weighed heavily on my conscience. I never meant to lead him on or hurt him, but I couldn
