Freya Astrid's POV
Let Go Draven
I swing my fist at him, striking his chest repeatedly, but Lucian doesn’t flinch or try to stop me. Regret flickers across his face, but it’s not enough to quell the fury blazing inside me.
After several moments of me venting my anger, he finally captures my fists in his large hands.
“Freya, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...”
“Save it, Lucian.” I yank my hands out of his grip, my voice laced with venom. I can feel the sting of the words I’m about to hurl at him, but he deserves every syllable. “You don’t get to make excuses. I thought you were different. But nothing has changed. No wonder your sister, was killed. It was because of you, because you’re a selfish, egoistic, cruel, heartless, thoughtless beast!”
I spin on my heel and storm down the narrow, dirt
