Freya's POV
Bloodaxe Fight Club
After showering, I throw on some gray sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. There’s no rush. Bloodaxe Underground Fight Club doesn’t open until nine tonight, so I’ve got time to recharge before we confront him.
Back in the living room, I sit beside Fenrir, leaning against his shoulder while flipping through the channels. It’s a calm before the storm, but my mind is already gearing up for what’s to come.
I head to the bathroom again later, applying some light eyeliner and mascara, along with red lipstick. My hair is neatly braided into two Dutch braids as I get ready for tonight's mission. A part of me is excited, there’s always something exhilarating about a well-executed plan.
I slipped on my black jacket, concealing the twin daggers strapped to my bac
