Poisoned Lips

25: Revenge

Quick recap: Freyja bumped into fake Lydia and threatened to kill her but she claimed to know a translator, Maureen, who could help Freyja translate the clues she found. 

PLEASE ignore errors. This chapter is barely edited. welp, enjoy!

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"Revenge, such a bittersweet feeling."

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Freyja pointed at a chair for Fake Lydia to seat on. She wobbled to her feet and sat down, placing her hands between her legs.

Freyja drew out a chair and sat down, laying her dagger on the table.

"Speak."

"You know— I actually need to pee first—"

"Don't dare me."

Fake Lydia huffed. "W—well Maureen. No one has ever seen her face..."

"Where can I find her?"

"That's the problem...Maureen never stays in the same location."

Freyja kept her face blank even though she felt like smashing Lydia's head against the wall.

"How can I contact her, then?"

"Through me," Lydia responded, crossing her legs.

"How?"

"You don't think I'll tell you this for free, do you?"

Freyja's brows shot up. "Oh?"

Lydia crossed her arms. "You won't kill me."

"No, but I'll make you wish I did if you don't open your damn mouth and speak. One thing you should learn about me is that I never go back on my word," Freyja said, leaning forward. "I will ruin you slowly. I've already taken your house and your dignity away from you. Cross me one more time, and it's your life that I will take."

Fake Lydia glared at Freyja.

The silence stretched until fake Lydia gave in. She sighed. "I know someone who can give her my message. You should have an appointment later in the day."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Call for the person." Freyja urged.

Fake Lydia muttered something under her breath.

The door sprang open, an off-tuned melody entering inside. Freyja turned around. It was the chubby bartender. Oh my, what a lovely voice...

"Oh, hi dear! Hello Lydia!" She greeted.

"Grace, get me some ink and paper, be quick."

"Oh! Coming right up LyLy." She sang, disappearing behind the bar.

Freyja turned her attention back to fake Lydia.

"Look, Maureen has a box where she receives letters. She happened to have shared that location once. I'll admit... I have no idea if she still uses it," Lydia said, crossing her arms.

This bitch.

"You really wish to die."

The bartender came back with the writing materials. Lydia took them and began writing a letter, telling Maureen that a customer needed her services. When Lydia finished, she sent Grace to deposit this letter in a location that fake Lydia refused to share.

Once Grace left, fake Lydia smiled at Freyja.

"You do know that Maureen needs to be paid after a consultation?" Lydia asked.