Nine

ZORA'S POV

"Ms. Walters? Could you please respond to the questions?" asked the first reporter.

There was a note of impatience in his voice and I could not resist shooting a glare at him. The nerve of these people! To act like I owed them anything. But I had long since learned that it was the way of the world and the price I had to pay for fame. That did not mean I liked it though.

I felt hands clutch my trousers and at first I was startled, thinking one of these news hawks had gotten the audacity to physically restrain me. But it was only Freya, who looked so small and frightened. She met my eyes and held me even tighter.

A camera went off with a flash right in her eyes. She slunk back and tried her best to hide her face in my shirt. Finn stood beside me, staring at the people expressionlessly.

Apparently, he was unmoved by the whole scene. I knew he was affected by it as we all were, by the way he grasped my hand.

As I got over my surprise, I began to look for a means of escape.