“FREDA—”
All the ladies spoke at once, their voices overlapping in alarm.
Fenris growled.
“What?” Freda shrugged off the caution with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “She deserves to know.”
Lillia froze mid-moment, the porcelain cup pausing on her lips, her pale pinky lifted in perfect composure. Then, calmly, deliberately, she lowered the cup and set it upon the saucer.
Freda Greyson. Fenris hissed. Seems like we have another Poppy Willis to contend with. I want to tear her eyes out.
Lillia remained silent.
Her gaze met Freda’s, silver and emerald exchanging invisible jolts of electricity that left the atmosphere static.
Then, Lillia smiled… softly. “I see. How so?”
Freda’s smirk widened. “Well, to be honest. I only came here because I was curious. You must forgive me if I don
