Freia woke with a start. Someone was in her room, pressing himself onto her. She flinched and deftly angled the person in a way that ensure his solar plexus was hurting. Once bitten, twice shy. Once was enough. Freia swore. She would never place herself in such a situation again. Never.
"Ah, geez. Careful, it hurts, little.. minx," Jun scolded. He was about to use the 's' word on Freia when he saw her giving him death stares. If looks could kill.... If looks Could Kill, Jun's eyes widened a little. Was he seeing things? But has the little ss.. minx gotten cuter after all the time that he had not seen her?
What was going on?
Were his eyes playing tricks on him? He rubbed his eyes, no, little minx was still looking pretty smokin hot.
"Try that again, and it wouldn't even hurt because it's... gone," Freia gave Jun an icy stare and Jun shuddered.
He took a step back, "Alright, fine, I'll cut it. I'm here to remind you that we're family. And we should stick closer together now that Rola's a little unsound. Wonder what happened to her?" Jun wondered and Freia eyed this little brat of a step sibling. Family? She had never tasted a single day of peace with this so-called family of hers or Freia should say, the previous owner of this body. All she could remember or draw from the previous owner's memories were endless taunts and snide remarks along with some corporal punishment so long as she did not fulfil her assigned tasks. If she didn't forget, it was because of anguish from the fact that she was about to be assaulted that the previous owner had given up on all hopes of living.
Freia's throat tightened as she clenched her fists tightly. That's right. How could she forget? She was here to make sure the trio and her aunt got their just desserts. She wasn't about to let them off all that easily...