Freya’s pov

“What do you mean,” Racheal came to my side. I stuffed some clothes into my duffel bag, she pulled my hands and veered me around, “What are you doing?”

“I'm getting the hell out of here, we are getting out!” I said once more.

“What? Why?” Williams yelled from behind.

“Because,” I spun and faced him, “because I'm mated to a monster.”

“Okay, even if we wanted to leave, we can't, Artemis would have his guards keeping watch,” Racheal held me again, “we can't escape, you can't escape,” she was looking directly into my eyes as she spoke.

I snatched my hand away, “I can!” I must. I...