Freya
I’d stayed up all night, Helena’s squeals of laughter repeating in my ringing ears as I laid there, door locked and covers pulled right up to my chin. I’d been stuck in fight or flight mode for hours, every little sound I heard causing me to jump as I wondered if they’d come and finish me off.
The whole thing was confusing to say the least. I mean, at least with Princess Helena, I understood why Helena would have shot at me…that would have made sense. But Prince Nicholas? I was gobsmacked.
Nicholas and I had never formally met. In fact, we’d never even exchanged a greeting, not even in passing. So why the hell would he, of all people, shoot at me? Why do half the people in this castle seem to be a closet psychopath?
When I finally got up hours later to use the bathroom, I’d cr
