Freda's POV

“Get the fuck off her.” He said as he grabbed him and threw him across as if he were some piece of wood lying on the ground.

“How did you find this place,” Jim asked as he struggled to get on his feet, chuckling.

“You always leave your traces uncovered,” Hardin said as he gazed sternly at him. I coughed on the ground, holding my throat as I tried to numb the pain that I felt.

“Are you okay?” Hardin asked as he came closer to me, helping me sit up on the floor. I nodded my head slowly, and he immediately tilted his head to look at...