3rd Person's POV

“That’s her. The woman I told you about. The one who stole the place that should have been yours.” Freya slipped smoothly between the twins, Rosentine and Cressida, her voice dropping to a poisonous whisper meant only for their ears.

She watched with satisfaction as Rosentine and Cressida turned their gazes toward Winter, their eyes hardening with immediate hostility.

'Perfect.' Freya thought. She wanted jealousy. She wanted fury. She wanted them desperate ...