FREYA’S POV

“Whoever that is, is extremely dangerous,” Abby remarked, her face pale and white.

We all had the same look on our faces, our eyes jumping around but avoiding looking at the man.

“He looked oddly familiar,” I whispered to my friends. “I can’t recall where I’ve seen him.”

“Is that possible? I don’t think we have met such a person, and we are always together,” Abby said, shaking her head in disregard.

I thought hard about where I had seen him, but nothing ...