CHAPTER 79: WHITE HELL

FREYA'S POV:

I stare up at nothing in particular, my eyes focused, though they are pointed to the ceiling and... my mind elsewhere.

Again, I cannot tell him much time has passed without a clock or a window to gauge the time, or days that flows.

I've been here for longer, but Lucas hasn't bothered to drop by since the last distasteful exchange between

us.

His part was the distasteful part, ofcourse, and he was lucky I wasn't so pissed to toss his 'pity meal' in his ...