FREYA

Still feeling a bit startled by what happened earlier, I backed away from the knife as if that made sense. I looked over my shoulder as I heard the door opening behind me, a second later Jet strolled in, looking all powerful.

My anger towards him was forgotten at that moment, I half ran across the room to tell him what had just taken place. "Okay, something weird just happened to me a few minutes ago, remember the knife with your blood stain on it? I picked it up with the ...