*FREYA*“Freya,” the voice calls out again and this time, it sounds familiar.“Freya, it's me, Alera.”I don't answer, hoping she'd go away.“I know you are not sleeping.”“Go away,” I mutter with all the strength I can muster.She exhales loudly. “I came to drop something.”“What? My death sentence?”She crouches low and pushes something into the space underneath the silver bars.It's a tray filled with pancakes.In an instant, the delicious smell fills the air and my stomach growls loudly in response.“It's not poisoned , I promise,” she assures but still I don't make a move toward it.“Take your food away. I don't want it.”“You need strength, Freya —”“For what?!” I yell, cutting her off and she flinches. “My death?!”Silence stretches between us before she drops to her knees.“Freya, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you,” She chokes, fumbling over words.“You did, Alera. You betrayed our friendship,” I mutter, my eyes drooping.“Lady Octavia threatened to mark me a traitor
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