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.”
