57. Don't Say a Word

Liliana’s POV

“Freya,” I groan, stretching my arms out as I open my eyes to find I’m in the dark. The room is pitch black, and it feels like I’m on a bed with a soft blanket underneath me, I move my arm feeling for anyone or anything near.

“Freya!” I panic, whimpering when I realize we aren’t at home and the only scent I recognize is Freya’s.

“Lily,” she groans, when my hand finally meets something warm and solid as my eyes adjust to the dark room.

“Where are we?” I ask, as Freya grabs my hand that is touching her thigh and pulls me close. “I only know we’re in some sort of cell, there is a sink and a toilet in the corner, a shower in the opposite corner… oh and the bed we’re on,” Freya answers, as I feel her hands wander over me like she’s checking me over for injuries.

“Are you ok? Do they know?” I move my hand over Freya’s navel and focus on feeling for our baby. I take a deep relaxing breath when I feel the little life inside her womb, making Freya whimper in relief.

“Thank you, I