FREYA
The moment I stepped back into the hallway, the air felt heavier. My legs carried me automatically toward the room I had woken up in, though my mind was a storm I couldn’t quiet.
Cryptic Moon.
The words echoed in my skull with every step. By the time I shut the door behind me, my hands were trembling. I pressed my back against the wood, as if I could hold it closed against the whole world outside.
I tried to reach in... to see if I could reach the fire in me. Maybe Edna was right, maybe it was not permanent.
But after trying twice, I realized I had nothing in me. Nothing to defend myself with if they came for my head.
What if he already knew... I mean, he hadn’t interrogated me the way he was supposed to. He had simply asked questions, calmly… and when I couldn’t answer, he had
