Chapter 153

Mirage’s P.O.V Opening my eyes to look directly into the face of Freya Wilder wasn’t something I had expected. However, it brought me immense relief to find out that she was alright…for now. “Feeling better?” She asked as I sat up in bed, looking around the infirmary room groggily as I tried to remember how I ended up coming to the infirmary in the first place. “No.” I told her truthfully. “I remember.” “And what do you remember, Mirage?” Freya’s voice was soft; almost like she was trying to handle me with care. Fucking hell! I’d rather she be bickering and shouting at me than showing me pity. “I remember who I am,” I told her straight up, because there was no point in skirting around the subject anymore. “But you already know about it too, don’t you?” “There had been some…interesting developments…while you were passed out.” Freya nodded her head. “Do you know why Witches and Fae don’t really get along?” A little taken aback by the bluntness of her question, I shook my head. “No.” “It’