FREYA
No, it can’t be happening. It must be some kind of a dream. Jason is clenching Lea to his heart, blood is dripping from the wounds on his face that were definitely left by a harpy’s claws. And Lea still doesn’t move. Her face is pale and her clothes are drained in red...
I feel someone taking my hand and squeezing it so hard that the pain brings me back to my senses. I turn and see Odrin. His lips are clenched so hard that they now look like a thin white line.
“Lea!” my voice comes out strange and hoarse as I run to them. Odrin helps Jason to carry our friend to one of the improvised beds that are made out of clothes. The guy who lay there before, crawled away as his wounds were already treated and his life wasn’t in danger anymore.
“Is she alive?” Jason asks and I realize
