Chapter 35

• Someone snapped their fingers, and Freya's gaze shot from Dante's face to Oscar.
• His forehead had crumpled into a frown. "You look as if you're trying hard not to cry or have thought about murdering someone. I'm hoping for you that it's the latter because you will be doing us all a huge favor. The universe will appreciate your hard work," he whispered. "Are you okay?"
• She nodded, scraping up a smile. "Sorry. Not planning to murder anyone. I just zoned out for a second."