Leonarya balked, unable to handle the reins of her shock when she heard Freya’s question. Her mind was shot with a lot of thought missiles, unaware that Aiden was slightly creeping into her thoughts slowly so as not to alarm her of his presence.

She didn’t suspect the keeness of her daughter’s stare on her. Rather, it unnerved her the more.

How had Freya found out? Had they met?

These two questions kept repeating themselves in her mind like a mantra, and she felt perturbed and on edge. After all, she han’t recruited the girl yet into her divine plan. Things were getting out of shape. Why had she come...