FREYA
Red glowing eyes make everyone go quiet in an instant. Desmond is glaring at the yellow group that now looks disheveled… and I notice an evil spark in his eyes that are now back to normal.
“What exactly is going on here?” he growls and a wave of whispers goes through the crowd.
“We have a friendly competition, Sir Drake,” Frederick steps forward. Tell me he doesn’t think that his charms would work on Desmond…
“Oh,” the man nods understandingly, “Is that so? And what are you competing for, may I ask?”
“For…” Frederick suddenly chokes on his words. He seems to be a clever guy. I have to give him that.
“For lady Freya Winter!” Jerrick comes forward too. Not so clever…
“Interesting,” Desmond smirks, “Very interesting… So, all of you are the contenders?”
The guys
