Freya's POV
You approached me with such calculated moves, what are you really after? Do you want to carve out my heart? Steal my lungs? Or maybe you plan to drain every drop of blood from my veins?
My vision swam in and out of focus, making it impossible to see clearly, but I could sense Mack Ben's striking features frozen in place as he stared at me with pure bewilderment.
After what felt like an eternity, he spoke with genuine confusion coloring his voice. I'm not some kind of butcher, Freya. Why would I want to harvest organs or drain blood?
That's exactly what I want to know. How should I understand your motives? You're acting so strangely, and your mother too. Both of you showing me this inexplicable kindness, it's absolutely terrifying. I shook my head weakly, waving my hand in the air. Terrifying.
Mack Ben's brow furrowed. So you believe we're being kind to you because we want to harvest your organs and drain your blood, and that's why you suddenly started avoiding me?
