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~FREYA~ I knew my father could be scary at times, but today, with the candlelight illuminated on his face and his angry snare while he waited for his guards to wake Lucas up, he looked much scarier. I didn't like seeing him like this. I never liked seeing him this way. "Wake him up faster." He growls. "We injected him. Even if he wakes up, he will be drowsy." The guard tries to explain. "You have five minutes," my father shouts. “If he isn't up by then, I want you to throw him into the pool and leave him until he wakes up." My eyes widened, "Father—" "I am not speaking to you, Freya." He shuts me off. "If I don't mention your name, do not interfere in my conversation." I held my tongue, but it wasn't easy to do. I hated the way they were treating Lucas while he was unconscious.