Chapter 73

~Freya~

Bea was huddled inside the cramped closet, her frail body trembling as she clutched her bleeding side. The crimson stain had spread across her shirt, soaking into the fabric. She looked deathly pale, breaths coming out in ragged gasps as if she were fighting to hold on to life itself. But she was alive—barely.

Don’t you dare die on us now, I pleaded silently, my heart pounding like a drum