Chapter 85
- ISABELLE'S POV
- I paced the room, staring at the poisonous flower sitting on the table. The audacity of Freya to present this gift like it was a good gesture burned in my mind.
- Even though I agreed with Tristan and would stay quiet and avoid any actions that could lead to chaos, I knew I couldn't just let her get away with it. No matter how much I tried to calm down, I just couldn't be a passive player in her nasty game.