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Freya sets her gaze on the crime scene photos on the coffee table, but I see her eyes glaze over as she loses focus, her mind taking her some place dark. I cross the space between us and pick her up before taking her seat and resettling her across my lap. I bring my lips to her ear. “The dark and scary place has got nothing on me, Angel. I’ll burn it the hell down and fuck you in the ashes.”
“I still hate you,” she says. “That’s a shame,” I reply, “because I for one, am in love with you.” Freya stills then her breath hitches and her eyes dart to Jude and Oz. I tap a knuckle on her nose. “No panicking. You don’t have to say it back.”
“Eli, you mean more to me than my father ever has. Living my life without him in it will be a pleasure. Living my life without you in it would be hell on earth.”
“I would do anything to take your trauma away for you, but surviving your childhood is what made you the strong, incredible, brave woman you are. If I could take away your pain I would, but I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”

