Chapter 118 Second ritual

Harley’s P.O.V.

Freya sighed, long and tired. She said, her grave voice settling like a cold stone in my chest.

“At least, you have the liberty to not see him. For me, Henry is my family. I do not have the luxury of avoidance.”

My chest tightened with horror as Freya wasn’t defending Henry. She was ...

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