Freya
As we walked side by side, our hands bound tightly behind our backs, I couldn’t help but feel the heavy weight of dread settling deep in my chest. My stepsister, who was silent beside me, had her head lowered, her long hair falling over her face like a curtain. I stole a glance at her, and for the first time in what felt like years, we were together in the same space. Ironic, really, considering the circumstances.
The sound of our feet scuffing against the dirt was the only noise in the dead silence that surrounded us. I could feel my heart racing with every step closer to Blaze’s territory. He’d made it clear the last time that he had no mercy left for me or for her. My father had seen to that—his endless lies, betrayals, and deals that left nothing but destruction in their wake.
