~FREYA~
Lucas has been unconscious for a few hours now. I have been restless, unable to do anything else but wait for him to open his eyes.
I still could not believe he'd promised my father to give me a child.
It was not something I had agreed on, but it didn't seem like I had a choice. Our only option was probably to run, but the last time my brother tried something like that with his mate, they almost died.
I wasn't sure what could be done to stop my father from this madness. He was determined to ruin my life as well as the lives of my siblings.
He was willing to make any sacrifices to get his way, even if it meant hurting everyone around him.
I run my hand through Lucas's hair; the soft strands persuade me to lean in and rub my face against it as well. Being this close to him
