Mathilda’s POV

I woke up to the bright glow of the ceiling lights, the room bathed in white. Night had already fallen.

Reaching for my phone on the pillow beside me, I saw the time—8 p.m. I’d been asleep for more than ten hours.

My body felt lighter than it had in the morning, the pounding in my head mostly gone. I stretched my arms, turning to my left, expecting to see the quiet, empty room—

Only to let out a startled scream when I saw Fredric sitting silently by the bed, staring at me with a