Chapter 87. Tit for Tat

Freya POV

Helen.

She was right there in the middle of it all, basking, turning slightly so the cameras caught her better angle. That smile on her face, that stupid, practiced, witch smile she’d been perfecting since she was fifteen and figured out that pretty and cruel was a combination that got you places.

Always seeking attention. Every room, every street, every space she walked into immediately became a stage and the rest of us became extras in her personal production. I’d watched her do it my whole life. It never got less exhausting.

And of course she looked perfect. Some blinding designer dress that probably cost more than three months of a normal person’s salary, heels that added four inches she didn’t need, oversized glasses perched on her nose land beside her was none other than her cousin. Vivian. Her mom’s sister’s daughter. Which literally makes them cousins.

When did she even return?

That one has always been a tagalong. Or shoul