Liam's POV
We got back home, and as soon as we stepped into the living room, Freja was pacing back and forth, her face tight with worry.
"I’ve been trying to reach you guys! What happened to her?!" she exclaimed, rushing toward us as we helped Freya settle onto the couch.
"What happened to you?" Freja asked again, her voice filled with concern.
"Got into a fight with Maya, and things got messy," Freya muttered, brushing off the concern.
"What?! Maya dared to touch you?!" Freja’s eyes blazed with fury.
"I'm fine, Freja. Nothing serious happened," Freya insisted, but Freja wasn't convinced.
"Nothing?!" Freja said incredulously. "You’re limping, and you look like you’ve been through hell! How dare that woman lay a hand on you?!"
"I only fractured my ankle, and it’s already healing," Freya said firmly, her tone silencing Freja's protests. "There’s no need to worry. Just help me to my room, please."
Freja clenched her fists. "Liam can take you upstairs. I need to go find th
