Freya
"Like father, like daughter," Blaze suddenly sneered, his voice dripping with venom and disgust. I flinched at the sound, my hands curling into fists at my sides. I didn’t want to turn around, didn’t want to face him, but his words cut through me like a blade.
"What did you just say?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, but I knew he heard me. Blaze always heard everything.
"You heard me, Freya," he said, stepping into the room, his eyes glinting with malice. "A first-grade w***e, just like your father. Look at him—" He pointed at my father, who sat there with his head hung low, refusing to meet my gaze. "And look at you. You’re no different. You play the innocent, but we all know what you really are."
Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not
