"I was the one who poisoned the juice, what else do you want to know?" Freya forced herself to speak, but Anna wasn't going to agree with her completely and her expression turned strict.
She placed the candle on a nearby wood before taking another step towards Freya, but she cautiously kept a safe distance between the two of them, knowing Freya's hostility towards her.
She could even sense it.
"I know you did." Anna responded, "but I'm more eager to know who sent you to do it."
Freya's hands held onto the iron poles of the cell, a tiny melodious chuckle escaped her lips as she shivered in pain. She met Anna's suspicious stare and a smirk formed on her delicate lips.
"What makes you think there's a mastermind behind it?" She suddenly looked thoughtful and a knowing gasp left her lips.
"Is it possible you have a suspect?"
