Freya's p.o.v
As we all sat on the cushions in the largest parlor in the manor— the very one used to receive guests. I couldn't help but steal glances at the lady that Lucien had brought home alongside him and I know the night is going to be a long one for the both of us. Is she the blessing the wild was talking about? No, this can't be. Definitely not.
"Mandy," Lucien called. "Take Ravenna to her room. She'd uhm... she'd be staying with us in the manor, henceforth."
My eyes opened. No. This can't be. How the hell does he mean a girl he had brought from no where will suddenly be staying with us in the manor henceforth?
Mandy obliged. And as Ravenna passed me by, I couldn't help but stare at her. Those eyes. I have seen them from my dreams. Purple, yet deadly than a scorpion sting. Soft
