Bad Choices [2]

Damn it all.

Freya couldn't hold back her frustration any longer.

Her blood boiled.

With a sharp inhale, she rose to her feet—her movements abrupt, furious.

Then, she snapped.

"Are you people seriously—?!!" she shouted, her voice raw with rage.

Her glare burned as she whipped her head around, staring down each of them.

"The only reason we even made it out of that hellhole was because of him!" she yelled, pointing toward Alex.

"He made the path to escape!"

"He took down the monsters in our way!"

"And this is how you repay him?! By stabbing him in the back?!"

A heavy silence followed.

Then, a voice cut through it.

Kieran.

His tone was flat. Emotionless.

"If he dies, we all get out. The answer is pretty obvious."

Freya's chest tightened.

A few others nodded in agreement.

Then, the first player who had rushed to the vendor spoke up, his expression hardened.