Freya's Point of view:
After sending Mason hurtling through the wall, it was no surprise to me that he had left all of a sudden and was completely avoiding me. I guess I'd hurt his macho pride or some s**t, but I really didn't care by this point. I'd had quite enough of supernatural men suddenly deciding that I belonged to them. Like, I was some sort of damn object, or prize to be won. First Balan the vampire who played games with my head, hurt the people I loved, and didn't even have the balls to face me himself. Then Mason telling me that I can't go home, and that I'm his, just because of some damn mystical Angel connection. That I only found out about five freaking minutes ago, I might add.
"I've had enough, I want to leave!" I shouted at Damien. He was standing right next to me just
