Zac’s pov
The silence after she said it weighed heavier than the dead men lying in their blood around us. The fire crackled, completely out of sync with everything else. It was the only sound minus our breathing and Zara’s cry for help.
Why would she say what she said? I was already feeling bad. This was terrible.
"Running from me?" I asked finally, feeling how ridiculous the words were as they came out of my mouth. "Freya, what in the hell are you talking about? Running from me?"
She hugged herself tighter and didn’t look at me. “You have to promise first,” She said, her voice all shaky too. “Promise you won't... you won't hurt her. Zara. You have to say it.
I was confused one what she was talking about.
“Freya are you okay?” I asked as she has a wild look in her eyes. Almost like…
