Chapter 145

Freya’s POV

Excuses that do not fit the Silas I know, excuses I refuse to take blindly.

My sadness morphs to anger. For some reason, he sees me as some sort of bumbling fool now that I am emotional and shattered.

Silas never believed in duties, and abhorred them. He was free-minded, even in his shortcomings and now, he talks about them like he’s ever for a second considered them.

“Duties? I don’t believe that for a second. Tell me the truth. You said you struck a deal with your father, is this it? Is he forcing you to stay away from me to keep me out of prison?”

I break out in hysteria, angry and hurt, yelling my heart out as tears stain my vision for the third time.

I said I wouldn’t cry, but it hurts so much.

“Freya…”

“You can’t let your father manipulate you into doing his biddings, his requests are never going to end. He’s going to keep using you until there’s not a single piece of joyful thing left in your life!”

“Fre