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Freya's POV My eyelids fluttered open, heavy with the lingering effects of the drug that had been pressed into my nose the night before with a handkerchief. My surroundings looked like my eyes were still closed. The room was a blur of darkness, and my ears were filled with a strange, almost imperceptible droning noise like the distant hum of a hive. I tried to make sense of my surroundings, but my mind was still foggy. "Ugh." I groaned as my hand touched something mushy and sticky beside me while I tried to get up from my lying position. Startled, I jerked upright, my brain reeling as I slammed my head on something hard behind me. "The fuck is this?" "Food. And you ruined it. Took me a great deal of time and effort to prepare." A lilting, crisply accented voice muttered, a faint edge of annoyance evident in her tone. The hairs on the back of my neck rose upon hearing her voice. I crouched immediately, ready to shift if need be. "Who are you?" My hypertuned senses would normally
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Freya's POV "I'm-I'm so confused. How are you here? " My whisper was harsh and hurried. "I tailed the rogues when they kidnapped you, my queen." I exhaled loudly, my hands running through my white t. "Explain everything to me right now. And be careful not to omit even the most ordinary or subtlest detail." "I will most definitely do this, your highness. But not at the expense of your safety. I need to get you someplace safe first." "How are you going to go about that?" My words were frenzied. "For now, I must–" "Luna?" Gertrude's voice, though faint and sounding faraway cut into my words. My sharp ears could already hear the crunch of small rocks under her feet from a distance. "Where are you? Freya?" Her voice was sounding louder. Oh no. Fuck, she was getting closer. I looked at Krayne, who was checking for possible ways for us to escape without her sighting us. I knew that there was no way. I sighed, hating that I was having to do this. I gathered enough saliva on my tong
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Freya's POVI think I used the wrong word.She didn't come to me. "Come" was too gentle a word. Too elegant.She, more like, staggered into my thoughts, the vision of her as vivid as day, her eyes wide with agony, her body wracked with sobs and slick with sweat and tears. The pain from her was so intense, it consumed me even from the inside out. I could literally taste the stench of her suffering on my tongue.I really looked at her.She looked exactly like me. Her face was the perfect reflection of mine, her eyes the same shade of blue, her hair the same shade of white. It was as if I was staring at myself in my dressing mirror.She was my spitting image. I was told that we looked the same but I wasn't expecting us both to look like fucking clones of each other. This extraordinary coincidence filled me with a sense of unease. How could fate be so broken, to bestow upon Zane such a twisted blessing?At first, it was only her I saw. Then the vision broadened to reveal that she was laid
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Freya's POV I had an old power. An old power that even Gertrude, the killer of mothers and the layer of curses, or anyone else in the whole of Adivaine could only dream of having. The prophecy was the only way for me to access that power. Gertrude said this to me on the first day I fought against having the prophecy fulfilled by my own hands. "I can't identify what power it is that you have but I know that you know this, feel this." She said this with so much conviction I briefly wondered if we switched bodies sometime in the past without my knowledge. I sure did feel a lot of power. To sleep. Take that moment for example, I had yawned no less than a hundred times since I began trying to reach Adalia again. And by "since" I mean thirty minutes ago. Darius scoffed and watched me with narrowed eyes, his expression a battleground of annoyance and amusement. "You really do feel sleepy, don't you?" He asked. It seemed like a trick question so I didn't deign to answer it. I was much
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