Chapter 90

~Frey~

At the mere mention of those two words, the ground I’m standing on wobbled, and everything around me spun. The small hairs on my skin rose as chills enveloped me, and I heard a soundtrack for a horror movie in my ears. The dread gets louder, as if someone hunting us was drawing closer.

No wonder Mom’s cheeks turned as white as bond paper, and her lips were trembling as she fiddled with her