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I still don’t understand the distinction but Ezra said it’s like a vet and a neurosurgeon. Apparently, I’m Freya’s first patient since this Academic year started. She apologized profusely for her absence during my injury and gave me a report of my recovery. She will let me go in time for the arrival of the betas meaning I’ll miss another week of classes. I’m not complaining because Ezra said we can use the time to integrate properly. Freya is a 5’6 ball of energy. I’m visibly stunned as she zooms around the infirmary leaving streaks of golden light from her curly, long and extremely full pale gold hair. By the time she retires for the night, I am drained.

Very far from the bible's setting, but near enough to teleport back and forth when needed. "I brought these tarot cards online last week, and they just arrived yesterday. Wanna play?" Frey took out a box of large cards with colorful pictures on them. Frey loves creepy things. Horror, the occult, and voodoos. Lucky me, I guess. I found a best friend that is not hard to talk to when it comes to family. "Those are not toys. Plus, I really can't read." I told her while slurping my white pasta. Her pale complexion compliments her hair. She's built larger than me so her freckles stood out on her chubby cheeks.

"How many times did you do this thing?" Aiden asked Freya. She was leaving things out. The details of horror and pain, the faces of those she helped as they watched her work, shocked, fascinated, yet repulsed by her ability. He saw those details, sharing her mind, reading her memories to learn her true nature.

I sat next to Freya, while I tried to pretend Derrick's gaze didn't give me chills. "Are you okay with this?" I whispered to Freya who laughed to something mum was saying. I knew Freya, she was a sensitive kid and this... was probably overwhelming for her. A muscle twitched in her jaw and she glanced at me. "No. I'm not fucking okay with this," she whispered back, her blue eyes flaring. Unlike mum and me, Freya had taken her dad's dark hair. Making her a brunette and I've never seen anyone look as hot as Freya. I knew she was causing some kind of commotion in school, judging from the fact that she was a cheerleader and a blue eyed teen.

When I saw Frey acting harshly toward Cassandra, I couldn’t hold myself back and stepped between them. “Let her go.” Frey—this man, was always annoying. He often pressured Cassandra, his own child, and always told her to ask me for money. Everything he wanted was for himself. He grabbed her hand roughly. “You know it. That shameless woman is still alive, and she’s ruined my life.” The smell of alcohol was strong on him. Even though his life had fallen from what it once was, he never learned and instead blamed others. “She is Cassandra, I’m sure of it! Now you have to give me money!”

Xenoah smiled sparingly at him. Fans? "They are already crazy" he whispered. The man laughed and looked at me. An etchoserang smile flashed on his lips. "So Attorney it looks like the news is real that you're busy right now" that Fredd guy stated with playfulness. Xenoah laughed before wrapping his hand around my waist. "What do you think?" he asked playfully. "Oh my ghosh!" the guy yelled and stood up still fanning with his hand. "You'll be breaking thousands of heart Attorney" he added.

She endured every hardship for them; otherwise, it would be too difficult for her to pull herself out of that miserable situation. “What’s going on here, Frey?” Rema asked. She was one of her best work fellows, but Freya didn’t share anything about her past with anyone till now. “Nothing! Just checking all the emails,” Rema knew about her children, but Freya thought it was good to discuss them here. She looked towards Ricardo Vitalli, who was talking to the investors of his company. This man never dared to cross any boundary with her and proved a knight in the shining armor for her children and for her, too. If it weren’t for him, then Freya’s life would turn into a nightmare for her and her

He hadn’t approached her again, but the brief eye contact between them had been enough to send signals. “Catherine,” Frey said smoothly, interrupting my thoughts. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” I turned as he gestured toward an older couple, elegantly dressed, both tall, with bronze-toned skin and the kind of poise that came from decades of building something from nothing. They smiled with warm professionalism, the woman’s pearl necklace catching the chandelier’s glow like dew on a spider web. “This is Lucas Hernández,” Frey said. “CEO of the recently privatised Air Mexico, and one of our longest-standing international allies.”

Tiffany asked as he sat down. “I…ummm…I ummm..” Freya immediately cut him short. “He was just being courteous. You know, he didn't want to ruin our ladies' time.” “Oh…that's fine.” “So, how will you go home today? You obviously did not bring your car.” Freya asked. “My car? I have a car?” “Yes, you do. You own a Honda Civic and Ford Focus, and when you got engaged to Shawn Gold, he gifted you a Ferrari sports car.” Freya replied.

She looked shocked, with unbelief and helpless at whatever she was seeing. "What is going on?" I questioned. "I don't know." Julius replied. "Freya." She all of a sudden said and that sort of made me question what she was talking about, but it seemed as though Julius knew what she was talking about. I noticed Cassandra's eyes scan the room and knew she was back. "Who's Freya?" "Freya isn't the name of a person at least not the one you're talking about. You're a Freya Cassandra. A prophetess and a magic manipulator. You're a Freya."