Freya
I felt color begin to drain from my face.
His tall, old and sturdy features sat with one ankle crossed over his knee, as if he owned the chair, the room, the air in it. Hell, he always welcomes himself anywhere.
“You seem to have found a new home so quickly,” Vane said, tapping his long fingers over his knee.
For years I’ve tried regaining all the confidence I’d lost to him. Working at the cafeteria helped me be a good conversationalist. I no longer stammered or avoided eye contact when speaking.
But at that very moment, I felt everything vanish like ash in the wind.
How did he know I was coming here?
Vane rose to his full height. I staggered backward, almost toppling over a chair despite the fact that he was still some meters away from me.
“Relax,” he pleaded with fal
