Chapter 113

Freya’s POV

I look away, avoiding his hands, feeling naked from his prodding eyes. Suddenly, I want to hide my ugly scars and bruises from him.

“You haven’t shown up for days now.” I say steadily, steering off that topic.

His frown falls, also realizing it himself. While he had decided not to show in a while, my treatment worsened into complete shit with occasional bullying from the guards.

All this was bound to happen when a prisoner is favored by the higher up.

“I’m sorry, a lot came up.” He answers.

I nod my head, smiling bitterly. There was nothing more for me to say, no strength left in getting riled up by it and getting upset. I was simply too tired again to be bothered.

He watches me again, moving closer to me and stretching his hand to touch the new bruise added to my collection.

But I wince away from him as well.

His hand freezes mid-air on seeing my reaction but he the drops it almost instantly, like it as a mist