Freda's POV

“So he actually has a weakness?” I whispered inaudibly to myself. I nodded slightly as I turned and looked around the kitchen. I needed to come up with a plan to put enough garlic in his food. At least that will weaken him for me to end his existence completely and for good. I heaved a sigh as a thought suddenly crossed my mind.

“Can I help you with anything?” I asked, and she tilted her head immediately to give me a surprised look. She seemed amazed by me wanting to help out in the kitchen. I smiled as she looked at me.

“Is everything alright,” I asked...