FREYA POV
Three years had passed
I sat on the large sofa in our living room, resting my back against the soft cushions. The house was quiet now - may NaNa soul rest in peace.
I asked Steve to reduce guards at home, so we only have a few for security purposes only, not for bowing and taking orders
Luna was sitting on the rug, her legs crossed, holding the tablet in her lap. She was having her weekly video call with Mark.
I looked at the screen from a distance. Mark looked different now. His hair was cut short, and he looked healthy, but his face was older. He was living in a small apartment in a different city, working a regular job. Steve had kept his word; he had given Mark enough money to start over, but Mark was no longer the powerful man he used to be.
"And then I got an A on my
