CHAPTER 134: TRUTH

FREYA’S POV:

The next time I open my eyes, I realize that I’m already in a totally different location, on a bed that isn’t mine, in an environment completely unrecognisable.

So, my first instinct is to jump right up and go on defence.

The throbbing pain on the back of my head and on my lower back stops the abrupt movement, forcing me to lay back onto the bed forcefully.

I groan in pain once it hits like a brick, crashing into my skull and like a metal bar, smashing the bones of my lower back.

For the meantime, I’m crippled — not in the sense of being unable to work but in the sense of not being able to make large movements and escape while I’m in this state.

I clutch my throbbing head and feel the thick layers of bandages wrapped around as some sort of treatment for my injury, and on looking at my hands, every cut is plastered neatly with cute band aids, having heart shaped stickers.

My eyes finally move to my surroundings as well.

I’m on a queen sized canopy bed with black drapes an