Echoes of the Warlock

FREYA’S POV

The spaghetti sat cold on my plate, the sauce congealing into an unappetizing orange mess. I twirled my fork through the noodles, watching them slip off the tines again and again. My stomach felt hollow, but not from hunger. The conversation with Enzo kept replaying in my mind, each word hitting me like a physical blow.

Get close to Sienna. Use her. Betray her.

I lifted the fork to my