Chapter 83

Freya’s POV

Xena leaves on her own, stopping only to pat softly on my shoulders, giving an affirming squeeze on them before closing the door behind her and leaving me all alone with Silas.

At first, there’s this silence, awkward and nerve-racking. I avoid his eyes while he stares blatantly at me, burning his eyes onto my face.

The chilling wind blows harshly and I shiver as its cold caress my open bare arms that my flimsy pajamas cannot shield.

He is next to me in seconds, taking off his jacket and gently placing it around my shoulders.

The heat and smell of it hits me hard. Comfort seeps into me, even into my bones and the cold is almost non-existent.

Which is weird because normally, this jacket, as thin as a simple cotton shirt, should not be able to provide this much warmth, yet it does.

I wrap it tighter around me, taking a deep inhale of the scent that drives my wolf mad and spins my sense around till I’m dizzy and only wanting t