Kallisto's POV

I rush to the bedroom door, grabbing for the handle, but Freya immediately steps in front of it, blocking my way. She glances at me one last time before walking out of the room and closing it behind her. The sound of the lock clicking makes me sigh. My mind races with thoughts that I cannot comprehend. My heart is beating wildly, and adrenaline races through me as my muscles tense.

This can’t be true, right?

No one can be bought and sold ...