Tricks or Truths?

Freya's POV

"I'm-I'm so confused. How are you here? " My whisper was harsh and hurried.

"I tailed the rogues when they kidnapped you, my queen."

I exhaled loudly, my hands running through my white t. "Explain everything to me right now. And be careful not to omit even the most ordinary or subtlest detail."

"I will most definitely do this, your highness. But not at the expense of your safety. I need to get you someplace safe first."

"How are you going to go about that?" My words were frenzied.

"For now, I must–"

"Luna?" Gertrude's voice, though faint and sounding faraway cut into my words.

My sharp ears could already hear the crunch of small rocks under her feet from a distance.

"Where are you? Freya?" Her voice was sounding louder.

Oh no. Fuck, she was getting closer.

I looked at Krayne, who was checking for possible ways for us to escape without her sighting us. I knew that there was no way. I sighed, hating that I was having to do this.

I gathered enough saliva on my tong