“Yes it’s me! Freya did nothing,” Despite shaking terribly, Kiera owned it.
“Wench,” Gamma Rekk sneered as he looked Freya way. “This pathetic slave crashed the flower vase on my head” Rekk added, staring vicious daggers at Freya.
Luna Athena stalked towards Freya, then suddenly, she held her neck in a tight grip. “You filthy little thing, you must have a death wish. Didn’t you?” She recoiled as Freya’s lips parted to say something but nothing came out.
“Oh my goddess, your mouth stinks.”
Freya didn’t deny the allegation, she closed her eyes, expecting the Luna’s cold judgment again when Kiera slowly dropped to the floor as if she was sobbing then picked a shard of glass and pierced her palm with it, blood quickly dripping.
Then she flashed her palm at the crowd. “I did. I broke hit
