Chapter Thirteen: Lucky in my dreams Freya woke up slowly, consciousness returning in fragments before sound or sense followed. A dull ache pulsed through her body, radiating from her ribs and shoulder, heavy and insistent. Her lashes fluttered.For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. The ceiling was white with blinding lights. A curtain drawn halfway. Panic rose in her chest, quick and shallow. “Xander.”The name slipped from her lips before she could stop it, thin and hoarse, like it had been pulled straight out of her chest.Her eyes opened fully.Marvis Diggs sat beside her bed, slouched in the chair, one leg stretched out, the other bouncing lightly. He had a bandage wrapped around his forearm and a faint bruise blooming along his jaw, but otherwise, he looked fine.His head snapped up at the sound of her voice.“Xander?” he repeated slowly, brows knitting together.Freya blinked, disoriented. The memory of warm hands, of being lifted, of a voice cutting through the accid
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