Elias
I took another look around the room before I sat down. I chose the chair furthest from the group and moved it even further away; putting several feet between myself and the three of them. I kept my eyes away from Freyja as there was something familiar about her.
My heart stopped when I saw her stand up and immediately I had this desire to take her away from here, to get her away from these two men. Have they hurt her? She looks healthy and no visible signs of abuse. Why was I feeling so protective of her? She looked like me, I’ll admit but something about her called out to me.
“Elias,” Surt said and approached the tray of coffee and cups. “Would like something to drink?”
“No,” I said flatly. “I won’t be needing anything.”
“We’re not going to poison you,” he replied. “But I unde
