Freya
My wrists burn from the ropes that bind me tightly to the stake. The rough wood digs into my back, and I wince, the pain flaring in time with the pounding of my heart. The crowd is restless, murmuring amongst themselves, but their voices seem to blur together, drowned out by the panic swirling in my mind. My breath is shallow, my vision cloudy as I try to make sense of how I ended up here. How could it have come to this? I don’t understand. Kane stands in front of me, his eyes cold, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.
"Freya," he says, his voice dripping with mockery. "How gullible can you be? You actually believed all of it, didn’t you? Every word, every lie I told you, you ate it up like a starving little bird."
I blink through the tears welling up in my eyes. How could he do t
