Freya's POV
Five days passed
I woke with a start in my temporary quarters at Moretti AI Technologies, my hand instinctively reaching across the bed for Silvano's warmth. My fingers found only cold, empty sheets. Reality crashed back like a physical blow—we were separated, deliberately apart, all to slow the curse that was steadily claiming my mate.
The digital clock read 6:47 AM. I'd barely slept three hours after spending most of the night upgrading the energy detection modules in the Artemis system. If this curse had a supernatural energy signature, my technology would find it.
I turned away from the window and buried myself in the Artemis system's analytics panel. The supercomputer had been gathering background supernatural energy readings for months—a project I'd started
