Freya’s pov
I could taste the cell, thick with the smell of damp earth and old iron. It scraped down my throat with every breath. My ribs ached from the boots of those guards, my cheek pulsed where the ringmaster’s hand had landed, and yet it was not pain that hurt worst but silence.
Would he come for me? Zac. Would he even care after all I’d done to him? I had run from him, spat in his face more than once, made him chase me down. Maybe he was glad I was gone.
“You look better now,” a laugh came beside me as I turned.
There was a cell next to mine, an iron stretch from wall to wall keeping us apart. It was the woman from before. She was crouched against it on the other side, wild dark hair and face hidden behind dirt and shadows. But her eyes, I saw them glinting at me in the dimnes
