"Azriel," Freya called, and he raised his brow the tiniest fraction, the only sign of attention he gave her. "Why are you even here in the first place? I can take care of myself. Look, your best friend has me chained like an animal. I don't need you here."
Azriel looked at her then, and the leather contraption that bound one of her hands to the solid wood of the frame of the bed. Zavian's order had been to 'imprison' her to the bed since Freya was not big on fastening her own recuperation.
"Even you don't believe that," he said. Knowing Freya, she would have already started gnawing through that strap already.
Usually, a guard or two would keep watch over her, but she somehow managed to chase them away despite being restricted. So it left just Zavian and Azriel who took turns in watching her.
"I will pay you," Freya said. "Just get me out for a few minutes, and no one has to know."
