Freya POV
We had six days before I went to court for the appeal hearing, and Ezren’s private investigator, Zack, was coming to meet with us today to talk about the death of Eric Bricker, the man selling the rare wolfsbane. Zack was working with the police, whom Ezren trusted.
I sat at the oak desk in the study, shuffling through paperwork from my lawyer, Grace. My anxiety made me want to crawl out of my skin, but I was holding it at bay. I was trying to focus on the things I could manage and not worry about the things I could do nothing about.
Ezren was sitting in an armchair across from me, laptop on his lap, hands in a prayer position, fingers tapping each other one by one. He looked intrigued with whatever he was working on.
When I was about to ask him what he was working on, a kno
