“Sit, and I'll tell you all about it,” Freya said, facing me.
I looked at Raya, who had an indescribable look on her face. I knew she was trying to look out for me after the events with her sister and Rob, but she was letting that new devotion blind her from truly seeing this stranger.
I know grace when I see it, and this Freya girl exuded it. Beneath all that frail, tired look, I was unmistakably sure that there was a strong woman hiding there.
We moved to a small rock nearby and sat. Freya remained standing, pacing back and forth as if she were reliving a terrible experience.
“I'm from the Lancaster clan,” she started, closing her eyes briefly to brace herself for whatever she was about to say.
“I'm a Dormant Blood, or so I thought, and—” she continued before I cut her off curiously
