Freya's POV
I slammed onto the floor. As my entire body shook, I breathed in weak, shallow gasps. My vision faded in and out as the surroundings became blurry.
My veins hurt, but it wasn't from the altercation. It came from somewhere deeper, from within me.
The strength.
It had attempted to seize control.
I gripped my arms in an attempt to keep myself together as a bitter cold crept inside of me. I swear I could still feel the dark energy throbbing beneath my skin as my fingertips tingled.
"Freya!"
Two hands took hold of my shoulders. Finnick. His voice seemed distant, as if he were calling from the other end of a tunnel, but it was full with fear.
He was shaking me, but I hardly noticed.
"Look at me, Freya!"
I opened my eyes. His strained, frantic face hung over me. The Ironclaw warriors stood motionless behind him, their expressions displaying fear and uncertainty.
Be afraid of me.