Freya’s P.O.V

For days, I had still been dazed about the way Celeste had confronted me. The murderous glint in her eyes still sent shivers down my spine as her long claws pressed hard against my skin, almost digging into my neck.

At that moment, I saw a scary Celeste— A terrifying image of her that I couldn't get rid of. 

As I wrapped my arms around myself, Astrid’s warning flashed through my mind. I had always known that there was something weird about Celeste. Her niceness when she was supposed to be angry felt just too calculated and cold for me. 

Since she yanked that necklace off my neck,...