Fredric’s POV

“Mathilda! Stop!”

My shout meant nothing. Mathilda kept walking toward the exit. Damn it. But did she really think I would stop there? Of course not.

I wanted to show her that she could never play with fire when it came to me; Hans needed to learn a lesson. As for Mathilda leaving, I didn’t care at all, even if she complained about this to my grandmother.

“Fredric?”

I turned to my left, where a woman with wavy hair was smiling at me. I didn’t recognize her. She carried herself eleg