Chapter Thirty Two His words landed heavily between us. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” I said, my voice rising before I could stop it. “Freya is not a demon. She’s my best friend, and I love her!” I yelled, standing my ground as I defended my friend. The truth was, a small part of me had already started to question Freya. The strange tension between us. The fight at the bar. The way Nora had looked at me that night. My father's voice in that background, but I was not ready to accept anything bad about her, not until I found out the truth myself. “Good,” he said with a small nod. “Keep believing that.” His eyes darkened slightly. “And as for Nora…” He paused and took a slow breath. I watched him closely, my body tense and my thoughts racing, preparing myself for whatever he was about to say next. “Nora’s life is in your hands. If you save her, you live. If she dies, you lose your true identity,” he said, his voice low and unwavering, leaving no room for ar
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