Chapter 94 Tea Party

• Harley’s P.O.V.
• The porcelain cup in my hands trembled ever so slightly at that sharp voice, almost slipping away. My stomach twisted. That question felt like a trap, a stone cast on still water to watch how wide the ripples spread. I hadn’t expected that my past would be the topic of discussion in the middle of this ritual.
• I gripped my cup tighter as the silence in the room pressed in, heavy and expectant. But before I could even attempt to answer, Freya’s voice cut in, firm and clipped.