Frisca’s POV
“How could this happen, Tori?” I balled out my eyes in front of him and Becky. “You said you knew my future, you brought Vlade and me together because we were meant to be. Then why did I see a painting of me in there?” I asked them in desperation while they continued to remain silent.
“Why, Tori? Answer me, if not the painting then why was mom’s pendant in that chamber?” I clenched my fist and charged towards him before Becky came in the way and stopped me.
“Calm down Frisca, you look stressed,” She caught my arms and pulled me away but I jerked her hand off.
“No I can’t calm down! Not after stumbling across things that point out to me…I’m not Kougar’s wife!” I screamed my lungs out.
“You’re not his wife Frisca, it must have been a mistake or an illusion…I’m sure Winsor…
