FREYA
“Palace life doesn’t suit you,” Ash says grumpily, and I can’t help but smile.
“I cannot agree with you more,” I chuckle and wish I could give him a hug. Just when did I get so attached to the demon? But it’s nice to see a familiar face. I’ve been here for just one day but I already miss the Academy so much… But more than Academy, I miss Desmond…
“How is he?” I ask and the Keeper Spirit smirks. I do not need to say the name out loud. He knows who I am asking about.
“Covered in blood and…”
“What?!” I scream out loud and he covers my mouth with his surprisingly warm hand.
“Demon blood! Not his!” he clarifies quickly, “Damn, Freya, relax!”
“Then choose your words!” I punch him slightly in his shoulder and he falls into a nearby chair.
“So, you are planning to spend a lot of time
