Scent of Danger

Freya's POV

The cold porcelain of the restroom sink bit into my palms as I stared down my own hollow reflection. I dragged in a shaky breath, relieved that the tiled stalls behind me were dead quiet and completely abandoned.

"How much worse can this day actually get?" I muttered to the empty glass, shaking my head. "You're going to drag down everything your father spent his lifetime building."