Chapter 13 What Are You Going To Do?

• Freda's POV
• My days here in Hardin's mansion are almost turning into a week. I could not get my mind off the wild things I had been experiencing in his house since I was forced here. Lately, I had been planning to escape. I had all the plans mapped out, and I could not wait for the right opportunity to elope from this prison. I sat on the edge of my bed with my palm on my chin.
• I heaved a heavy sigh as different thoughts ran through my mind. Miranda was still locked up in a cell. I felt guilt clouding my heart, but I had made up my mind to leave the mansion and source for help outside.