POV: Grace
“Let’s go break our mate free.” Raksha’s voice echoed confidently in my head as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
My muscles tensed, and my gaze shifted towards the nearest window. But then, laughter erupted from within me. Initially a subdued chuckle, it soon escalated into uncontrollable laughter, forcing me to clutch my belly due to the ache.
“What’s wrong with you?!” Raksha growled, “Our mate is deprived of his freedom, cuffed in silver and goddess knows if he’s tortured!” She paced anxiously, “How can you just sit by and laugh, Grace?!”
Her concerned tone only fueled my brief bout of madness, my laughter potentially echoing throughout the entire building.
Finally regaining some composure, I managed to respond, still interspersing my words with sporadic c
