FREYA
I don’t even manage to close my surprised mouth as the dance throws me back to Desmond’s hands.
“What did he say?” he asks at once, “Your face changed, you look deadly pale. What did he say to you?”
“Nothing special,” I shrug my shoulders, “Just the usual stuff.”
“Considering that usually, nothing good comes out of his mouth when he sees me I’d say that it was something bad.”
“He said that I am a horrible dancer and that’s true,” I smile awkwardly.
If I know something after watching all those Netflix movies, I should never ask a potential murderer if he murdered someone. The best course of action here would be to end this ball asap and run back in my igloo. Seal it with a ton of ice and wait it out. As soon as we leave the tournament, it would stop being a problem
