Chapter 134. Good Morning, Nanny Grace

Freya POV

I sat on the edge of the bed, my hand gently touching my throat. It was still throbbing, warm and tender where his fingers had been. Every swallow hurts. Every breath reminded me of how close I had come to dying tonight.

The sound of the shower running in the bathroom filled the silence. He had locked the door. He didn’t want me near him.

My mind was spinning.

What just happened?

One moment he was holding me so tightly, burying his face in my neck like I was the only thing keeping him alive. Whispering “I’m sorry” over and over again, his voice breaking. The next moment… he looked at me like I was a monster and told me to leave.

I couldn’t stop the questions flooding my head.

Is this why he never shares his room with anyone?

Why does he hate his mother so much?

He called her a murderer… What did she do to him?

Is she the reason he hates women? The reason he’s so cold, so closed off?

My chest felt tigh