Freya’s Pov
I don’t know how long I just sat there after Viktor walked out.
Time didn’t exist anymore. There was only the cold biting into my butt through the stone, the cuffs that felt like they were fusing to my skin, and this huge, empty hole inside where I used to feel… anything.
Across the way, Connor and Jessica were finally asleep, sort of. They’d curled up against each other like puppies trying to stay warm. Their wounds were bandaged, kind of. Enough to stop the bleeding, but they were gonna have some nasty scars. Inside and out.
Same as me.
I let my eyes close. Too tired to keep them open. Too broken to give a damn.
This is what losing feels like, I thought, the idea floating somewhere far away. This is what being broken actually is.
Then footsteps. Fast ones. More than on
