She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 668:

As the elevator doors slid open, Freya stepped out—only to be wrapped in a sudden embrace. “Freya!”

“Mina!”

One after another, the rest of the group gathered around her, encircling her in a collective hug that radiated warmth.

Freya paused, her eyes scanning the familiar faces. “Greta, Riley?”

“Freya! Don’t forget about us!” Frederick interjected, clearly miffed that her greeting had stopped short. “Aren’t you worried Cade and Moss might start getting jealous?”

All seven members of the group, Seven Little Warriors, had assembled.

Freya frowned, puzzled. “Why are you all here?”

“When your signal vanished, the Captain told us to return to Alerith and wait,” Greta, as graceful as ever and always kind to Freya, explained gently. “He gave his word—he’d bring you back.”

“You nearly gave us a heart attack!” someone chimed in.

“No kidding.”

“Why did you cut off the signal like that?”

“There were too many hostiles. Butterfly Island was crawling with enemies,” Freya answered calmly. “If you had followed me, I would’ve been too worried.”

She didn’t complete the thought, but the silence that followed said it all.

“It’s behind us now. The important thing is you’re safe.”

“Exactly!”

Ellis, standing just behind them, scanned the group. He could tell Freya still had matters weighing on her mind. “Alright, that’s enough for today,” he advised. “Freya needs proper rest. You can all catch up tomorrow.”

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“Alright.” Greta nodded, setting the tone. “We’ll come find you first thing.”

“But no sneaking into the office.”

“Promise you’ll spend time with us.”

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Each voice joined the chorus, firm yet affectionate.

Freya smiled faintly, recognizing their concern. “I promise.”

With that assurance, they finally let her be. Knowing she was safe was enough for now.

Freya offered to walk them out, but they waved her off.

After they left, Ellis remained—tall, broad-shouldered, and watching her with quiet intensity. He had a thousand thoughts, but they all condensed into a few simple words. “Go get some rest. It’s all over now.”

Freya gave a small nod. “You should get some sleep too.”

“I will,” Ellis replied, his voice low.

Freya turned, opened her door, and stepped inside. Just before closing it, she glanced back at him one last time—then shut it gently. Brendan was in custody. Peace, one would think, should follow. And yet, since parting ways with Kristian, unease had taken root in her chest—quiet but relentless, growing by the hour.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed, bone-tired, her mind already circling around Kristian and Lawrence.

As she moved deeper into the apartment, something felt off.

Had someone been here?

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