Lucian POV
They Are Just Clowns
Freya still hasn’t returned, and it’s been almost an hour. No one has spoken, except for the occasional curse or blame thrown around by her two i***t friends, I wonder how someone like Freya would have such clowns as her beta, two of them put together a not even measure up to one.
I sit in the living room, glancing over at Alaric, who’s asleep on the couch. Across from me, Bloodaxe is tied to a chair, facing me, bound since we brought her here.
To think that these clowns thought I was married to that old Freydis the wife of this fool, is quite annoying. And that I run a secret underground fight club, very funny. Even if I want to run a fight club, who said it would be secret? Like I am afraid of anyone.
I tilt my head back in exhaustion, releasing a qu
