Freya's Pov
I had no idea how long I’d been in that cage. Hours, maybe longer. Time didn’t work right without my power. Without that steady hum of goddess energy, everything felt off, like my internal clock had just… stopped.
All that was left was emptiness.
Across from me, Jessica and Connor were curled together in their own cell. Jessica wasn’t crying anymore, but her face was blotchy and pale, tears still drying on her cheeks. Connor’s chest wound had stopped bleeding, but it looked bad red, swollen, angry. He needed a doctor.
We all did.
None of us were getting one.
“Freya?” Jessica whispered. Her voice shook. “What’s going to happen to us?”
I wanted to lie. Tell her Dane would burst in any second. Tell her this was temporary. Tell her we’d all walk out of here.
But I couldn’t
