FREYA'S POV
It was still night. I hadn't checked on what time it was before I came in for a shower. I hadn't even remembered to be honest.
But judging by how dark it was outside I could tell it was still deep into the night.
The larger part of my thoughts stayed on the mystical pendant.
I've raked my head as thoroughly as I can this past few days, taking my time to consider every single possibility there is but I couldn't come up with possible reason as to why Nathaniel would want to take it from the vampires. Make that steal actually.
My great-grandfather was desperate enough to have it that he actually went as far as sneaking into the vampire nest just so he could steal it. Not to mention the fact that the pendant in question was said to be cursed. How messed up is that?
Could it
