Chapter 81

• Eighty One
• "Freya," Rafe murmured as he approached me, his eyes roaming over me as if checking for himself that I was truly fine. "This is Dr. Larsen. She's going to take a look at your injuries."
• I submitted meekly as the doctor examined the wound on my head, cleaned it with gentle fingers. She asked me questions - did I remember what happened, was I experiencing any dizziness or nausea? I answered as best I could, my gaze straying again and again to Rafe hovering nearby, his brow furrowed with concern.