Fifty-Two

Zyrielle's POV.

Freya walked into the house with her hands filled with groceries. There was an unusual preparation around her and I wondered why she was going to this length to get dinner ready.

She hummed as she passed by without thinking of greeting me which I didn't think was necessary anyway.

"Why have you been acting weirdly lately?" I inquired from her as she breezed past me. I wasn't even expecting her to be so rude. It was almost as though she had a personal vendetta with me but was unable to air them.

I got scared whenever I was around her vicinity but didn't want you to show because that will give her an upper hand and with the way their boss treated them, they were bound not to regard any one they met

Freya skidded to a halt before turning to stare at me as though I had no right to talk to her. This was not the way everyone behaved but I guess because of the leniency she didn't know her place anymore.

"Yes you, I am asking why you have been humming and acting like a ri