Chapter 93

Freya’s POV

Just when I’m absolutely certain she’s asleep, I slide out of the heavy duvet covers, tiptoeing to the balcony door and step out.

The cold icy wind hits me right in the face, and I’m grateful that I have Silas’ jacket draped over me.

Is it stealing if someone gives you their jacket and they never ask for it back, nor do you remind them about it?

Nah.

I slowly shut the door behind me, moving over to the edge and staring down.

“How did he do this again?” I ask myself, pondering on if I could really leap off the ledge and land safely without breaking a few bones.

The more I look down at the height, the more I grow nauseous and doubt myself, pondering on giving up on my late night quest.

But alas, Freya is no quitter.

I slowly and carefully climb up to the ledge, taking in deep breaths.

Anyone that spots me now would think I’m suicidal from the way I stand with my hands outstretched sideways for balance.