My heart leapt in my chest. Instinctively, I reached for my dagger as I turned to see who it was.
"How long have you been out here?"
Freya leaned off the wall, folding her arms as she closed the gap between us.
"Pretty long," she said, eyes scanning the door. She'd changed into a thick white night robe, which I assumed belonged to Lucy.
I took my hand off the dagger on my belt, glancing once again to my left. "The guard, what did you do to him?"
The edge of her lips tilted up into a smirk. "I... may have convinced him to take some time off."
Judging from her demeanor, I could tell it was a lie, but the whereabouts of the guard wasn't my main concern at the moment.
"Were you following us?"
"Not really," she replied, "I was only trying to find the bathroom, when I stumbled upon a particularly interesting fight. Can't blame me for wondering why the King was trying to kill you."
