Her lower lip quivered as she stood on joth feet with her knees trembling. She wouldn't be suprised if she would fall on the floor right now. The night cold air blew the blinds of the window inside sending a chill om her skin forming goose bumps.
She was now a few feet away from her desk where both phones she could have used to call for help had been placed.
He took two steps forward but she stood there. She didn't know if she would live or what. The door was right behind him and she had no choice she was cornered. Their gazes were fixed on each other.
Freya scanned his body. He was a little bit thinner than usual. Could it have been the fact that he was in prison for some time. How could it have affected him . He'd been there for something like six weeks.
"You're not supposed to be here? But they said you surrendered ", she said with a big lump on her throat. Her skin turned pale and horses were running up and down her chest.
