Freya
The air was thick with the heavy scent of blood and the sharp tang of fear. My heart pounded wildly as Blaze’s men shoved me forward, not caring that my step-sister was practically hanging off my side, her cries of pain muffled as she pressed her hand to the bleeding wound in her shoulder.
They had us surrounded, faces expressionless and unmoving, not a trace of sympathy in their eyes. It was almost unbearable, seeing her like this, seeing her suffer while nobody, not one single person, was lifting a finger to help. And Blaze… he was waiting for us, standing there at the entrance, his gaze dark and unforgiving as he looked right at me, as if I’d personally offended him just by existing.
I stumbled but caught myself, reaching out to steady my sister, whispering, “Hang in there, o
