FREYA
He is taking his time, descending the stairs, and smiling friendly at me. As always.
“Freya, how are you?” Raymond Baltazar comes closer.
“Professor,” I grasp the cold metal bars of my cell, “Did anything happen to Desmond?”
“Not yet,” he looks at me with a tense expression on his face, “But it’s not good, Freya. They are trying to break your ice. And you know that there may be only one reason for that.”
I gulped. The only reason for them to do it is if they want to try and kill him while he is still weak.
“Come on, Freya,” he says, “I am getting you out of here.”
With just a move of his fingers the magical lock of my cell clicks and opens. It’s so easy for him…
“It’s my school, Freya,” he chuckles as if he has just read my mind, “I can open any lock here.”
