FREYA
I have made it through a dungeon cell, a year of exile, a fake death, and Victor Hale's hands around my throat twice.
First time when he found out I had fucked Alpha Corvin the day he introduced me to him.
Second time when I had fucked him the next day after surviving his stranglation.
I was not going to be intimidated by a girl in a pink dress.
She held my wrist and she did not look away and I gave her credit for that much. Most people dropped their gaze when I held direct eye contact with them. She did not. Her eyes were steady and her grip was firm and she had crossed a kitchen in three steps without thinking about it, which told me more about her than anything Corvin had ever said.
Fast. Instinctive. Not afraid.
I pulled my wrist back.
She let it go.
The kitchen staff had gone very still. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Every single one of them was deciding whether staying was worth it.
