Freya's POV
When Finnick spoke those words, I instantly felt cold.
How did you manage?
I didn't know. But I could feel it.
I had altered in some way.
I turned my head away from him and balled my fists. I felt light, powerful, and rushing too fast. I didn't seem to be connected to the earth beneath me. In my ears, my pulse sounded odd, surging through me more like a force than a rhythm.
Finnick moved in closer and made another attempt at "Freya." He talked slowly. Too cautious.
I flinched. With little recognition of my voice, I said, "I'm fine." The sound was hollow.
To calm the tempest building inside of me, I tried to breathe, but every time I did, my veins throbbed. Uncooked and untamed.
I had to go.
I took a step back, but a shockwave erupted from me the moment my foot touched the floor. A narrow, black crack in the earth stretched out like a web underneath me.
There were gasps around me.