Freya's POV
A chilling thought struck me like lightning. What if someone in the Ben family also carried the rare blood type, and they wanted to keep me around as their personal blood bank?
Growing up in my twisted family had taught me to read between the lines of human nature. I had watched relationships crumble and witnessed betrayal from those who should have loved me most. If my own blood relatives could be so heartless, why would strangers show me genuine kindness?
All this time, I had been naive enough to believe I had stumbled upon some fairy tale benefactor.
Mrs. Ben's cryptic remarks during that dinner at the manor now made perfect sense. Every veiled suggestion, every probing question. The Ben family had approached me with a hidden agenda.
Jasper's warning echoed in my mind. He had called the Ben family dangerous waters, said I was no match for Mack Ben. Did he know something I didn't?
