She stood there licking my blood off of her fingers. It was truly disgusting and made my stomach turn, but I had to let the small things go while I got my breath back and thought of my next move. I bent over and gasped, sucking in copious amounts of much needed air into my deflated lungs. I held one finger up to indicate to her to give me a second. She huffed and folded her arms while tapping her foot again. Patience clearly wasn't her strong suit. Once I'd gasped, coughed and spluttered enough, I stood back up to face her. It was still surreal seeing Freya's face staring...