Freya ran as fast as her legs could carry her until she was outside the gates. She didn't dare to look back or even check if Rowan was behind her. First, he was proudly declaring he could fight them all, and her undoing was believing him.
"I'll kill him myself," Freya gritted her teeth, breathing heavily as she continued to run. She ran aimlessly, unsure of where she was going, but she wanted to be anywhere but there. Those people weren't smiling, and they looked dead serious, they were out for blood. And not just any blood, hers and Rowan's.
"Not my blood!" Freya shouted, still running without direction. With her gown ripped and her hair tied to the side, she was able to see clearly where she was going, and her movement was swift.
"Freya!"