Twenty
Fear ran like ice water through Freya’s veins, and her high-pitched scream for Max to stay reverberated through the tent, unrecognizable from any tone she’d used before. Worse still, she had no idea where this fear came from, only that this uncontrollable environment did not agree with her.
“Freya, what’s wrong?”
Max’s question made her skin outright burn, while sweat trickled down her back. She wanted to answer, but her thoughts refused to slow long enough for her to find a reply. Even just the idea of telling him her real problem made her tongue dry and her words dissipate.
The lantern came back on, and Max sat beside it. As much as the light soothed her, it surely also made the fear on her face even more visible, too.
There’d be no way to cover this up. She would be forced t
