FREYA
My lips part in shock when I see my friend walking into our tiny prison. She's dressed well in black leather pants and a jacket and I even notice an expensive-looking pendant on her neck with a green. They are not dragging her here, neither does she look exhausted like Ash and Frost do. So, by the moment she walks up to me I already know that all this time Annika was lying to me.
I refuse to look weak in front of her, so when she smirks, I just clench my lips and raise my chin higher.
“Why?” is all I ask.
“Why do you think?” She shoots up her brow at me.
“For how long?” I look her in the eyes.
“Since slightly before you moved in with the Beauforts,” she sighs but there is no regret in her eyes, “Or did you really think that anyone would be foolish enough to follow yo
