FREYA

Back in my room no matter how much I tried to stop myself from thinking about my confrontation with Morgana, I couldn't. Her words somehow stick to my mind half driving me crazy, I even tried coming up with the theory that she purposely said that to get to me but guess what? That solves nothing. When the cat I took from the dining room a few hours ago meowed, dragging my attention to it, I figured out I wasn't alone anymore.

"I think you, my friend, need a name." I grinned stroking ...