ALEXIE
It was supposed to be a father-daughter breakfast because Frieda needed her mother's comfort, but no. That witch had her wats; they were here, seated at this dinner; she wasn't ready to back down, no doubt.
She always had something up her sleeves; this is how she killed my father right under my nose, and I had not a single clue. Her cunning was like no other.
Mya, Freida.
Refusing…No. Pretending to starve to have my father speak on last night's incident, he had bluntly said to their face that this would be handled by the council and the elders so Frieda could get a befitting punishment. However, I am starting to doubt that would come to pass.
He was supposed to ignore them, to not give them a chance, but no.
He gave into her stupid silent sobs. “Mya, please eat;
