FREYA

"God, I hate you!" I groaned once again putting as much distance between us as he finally release my hands from his, it was so fucking hard to stay mad at him when he was trying to make me blush. I peered out of the window, grateful when I couldn't catch sight of the crowd that had formed earlier.

"You shouldn't have killed him." I sighed not looking at him, he did it because of me which makes his blood on my conscience. I'm someone who despised violence and blood plus I still ...