"Freya? Freya what are you doing?" Zavian yelled when he heard multiple bangs. His eyes widened when he realized what was happening, and he knew that he didn't have an option but to use his strength. His eyes began gleaming, and he broke down the door in one strike. But when his eyes fell on his mate, he realized he was too late.
Freya was lying halfway unconscious on the tiled floor, her head bleeding.
"Oh crap!" Zavian muttered, and rushed to her, picking her up bridal style. She opened her eyes slightly, and frowned.
"Za-Zavian?" She asked, her voice barely audible.
"Yes, Cinderella. Everything will be fine. I'm right here," Zavian replied, walking out of the bathroom as a tear escaped his eye.
"You're-you're crying?" She whispered, but he didn't reply. Freya struggled to keep
