Freya Astrid's POV
Fleeing
The room felt suffocating, an unseen pressure weighing down on me. I watched as Leif, bound and disheveled, shifted uneasily on the chair. His gaze was a mixture of defiance and something else, a flicker of resignation.
“He really deceived all of you. Badly. Especially you, Freydis,” Leif muttered, his voice grating against the tension in the air. His words sliced through the silence, igniting a fresh wave of fury within me.
Freydis’s face was set in a stony expression, but I could see the glimmer of betrayal in her eyes. The room felt colder, tighter, as the seconds passed.
“I chose the smarter path since you would find out sooner or later anyway,” Leif continued, almost as if he were speaking to himself. His voice, hoarse and cracked, seemed to pull the l
