Chapter 44

Freya's pov

The day was here, it had arrived. Artemis was beside me, by his left was Iris. Then there was Oslo, tilting my jaw from side to side repeating the same words, “Do you remember all our training?” he had asked that for the umpteenth time but I wasn't complaining, I understood why. Rather it was Iris that found the replay of the question infuriating. It was like being in a loop.

I was forced into a black leather fighting gear. A tight badass leather pants, a leather sleeveless top and a high knee boot. My hair was packed in a neat ponytail, wrapped into a bun by my maids. I and Rachael hadn't made up and right now, I didn't want to deal with the do's and don't. It wasn't time for introspection, if anything, I pushed away any ideas that would stand between me and winning.

Those badass brave females that usually had power-bikes were exactly how I looked and felt. The mere outfit made me feel brave.

“Do you remember all our trainings, everything I told you, just——”

“Oh for heave