Freya ran away with her stolen cargo and the entire time she berated herself. What was she doing acting like some misplaced hero in a dying movie? She was nobody’s hero and by the time Riordan joined them several miles later, she was angry at herself. She came to a halt and got down from the horse, putting the little girl down unceremoniously. Perhaps it was her cute tiny face that lured her into that chivalry because even now she could feel her countenance softening again. She glanced at Riordan helplessly. “What are we to do with a kid?” She asked him and he folded his arms and watched her. “I should be asking you that.” He replied and she huffed. Of course he was no use now. She crouched in front of the girl and smiled. “Hello. My name is Freya, how about you?” She asked. The little girl said nothing, her wide eyes stark with fear. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I won’t hurt you. Those men, why were they going to burn you?” He asked her and she flinched and shook h
The next day, before they could reach the destination that they intended to hand Fiona over, Freya decided to put her to the test secretly. “What will the weather be like today?” She asked her. Her eyes turned that strange clear colour again before she spoke. “It will rain heavily.” She replied. “Fur heavy in weight, the smell of dampness, trailing mud into the Maria’s home.”Freya’s lips twitched and she could not believe she was ever stupid enough to worry about anything that came out of her mouth. The sky was fucking clear, with no signs of clouds in the distance. Freya laughed, feeling light and airy, her burdens burned away. Obviously Fiona was too young to have any reliable predictions; too young and having gone through too much trauma. Of course she claimed to see things. But then two hours later, the same clear sky from earlier darkened ominously and then the skies opened above them, so torrentially that they had to wait a few minutes for the worst to pass. She glanced sha
Freya couldn’t remember a time she felt so happy. She woke up with a smile on her face early in the morning and she felt around for him. She was sure it was not a dream last night that he joined her later in the night. He was here, insatiable as ever as he worshiped her body, neither of them caring about the noise they made together when they found that rhythm that could unmake stars and even worlds. She felt only he empty bed now and she groaned as she opened her eyes. Where on earth did he go so early?She crawled out of bed, singing some jaunty tune she probably heard from some drunkard and pulling her hair up into a ponytail as she padded to the bathroom. She passed by the mirror and her heart lurched, stopped in her chest as her steps faltered. She took two steps backwards until she was looking into the mirror again and her horrified eyes were glued to the large bruise on the inside of her arm. Abandoning her hair, she ran closer to the mirror and examined her nakedness. There,
One bad thing about being tortured by The king of Darkness, the bastard sure knew how to torture!She hung on reinforced chains in the darkness, far underground away from civilisation. The only noise was her breathing, hitched as she tried not to irritate her broken ribs. Rats crawled over her led and cockroaches darted in and out of her tattered clothes. “Fuck.” She whispered. This was the little prelude she had before the Tormeter, a hooded bastard whom even Freya had never seen his face resumed experimenting what combination of bones he could break to make her sing. Worse than the pain on her skin and in her bones though, was the poison that ravaged her blood. She shuddered as she felt her blood heat up again, new bruises appearing on her skin. She had lost count of how long she had been down here but she knew she was running out of time. That poison was the reason why she’d had to leave Riordan, why he must surely be going crazy thinking she fooled him into letting down his gua
One day earlier...Riordan was enraged. He saw red as he turned the house upside down, checking every nook and cranny for the adult woman he left here what felt like seconds ago!Fiona finally woke up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and looking around in confusion. “Where is she?” He snarled. “Who? Freya?” She asked. “She left.”It felt like somebody grabbed a hold of his heart and yanked it out of his chest. “What do you mean she left?” He growled. The little girl’s eyes widened and she took a terrified step back, her eyes filling with tears as she didn’t fully understand that his rage was not directed at her. “I think you should step out and calm yourself.” Maria slid between him and Fiona, pulling the little girl close. His beast rattled his cage mightily in his chest and he grasped his hair, pulling frantically. She left, she left, she left. His heart pounded, in sync with the pounding of his head. He felt tattered, volatile, like he was fraying at the edges. “She fucking
Freya hummed a jaunty tune as she walked down the busy street, her spirits so high she felt like she could fly. A little boy ran screaming from his older brother and bumped into her. The boy changed direction and continued running without looking back and Freya didn't even cuss, or drag him back screaming. These days, she felt different.It was just three days since Riordan broke her out, after which they set up house back in his home and he fucked the senses out of her brain. A smile graced her lips as she remembered his hunger, his insatiable appetite. She could live like this forever. It was her first time out here amongst people in so long and finally, she felt like she was a part of this society, no longer an outcast looking in. “Beautiful lady , what will you get from us?” A lady selling trinkets asked. A pair of rings called out to her and the woman crowed immediately. “You have an eye for beautiful things.” She lifted the rings. “These are the ying and yang rings. Once you
“The Wild Hunt?” She asked, a foreboding shiver running down her spine. “Shinay?”They looked at the attacking Council dogs, still locked into motion and behind their skeletal faces, she could swear she felt derision. “We shall kill all of your enemies for you.” They declared. The Wild Hunt, Freya grasped to understand this impossibility taking place in front of her very eyes. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place and so she said nothing as they made a chittering noise amongst themselves and met the Council dogs mid-lunge. Time resumed again and it was her first time seeing the Council dogs falter. To them, the Wild Hunt materialised from thin air and though shaken, all six of them fought to their very last breath. If Freya wasn’t so wary of what she just unlocked, she would have appreciated the beauty really. The Undead to fight the Undead, it was a fight that should be written down in details for the histories. From their very first collision, the battle was a short and
Adrian Drunsquille was doing exactly as he’d been instructed, to do nothing. He’d caused enough problems and a few days ago, he was finally summoned and been given a suggestion to take a vacation. “Vacation my ass.” He muttered. He knew an exile when he saw one. They needed him out of the way, steering up no trouble for the six months they required to seal the deal in his absence. He tried to find some interest in the dancing ladies and failed. A dangerous apathy had settled on his mind and nothing he did filled that hole. He fucked and drank and gambled all day and yet that hole only seemed to yawn wider with every passing day. He was wasting his time. He was just about to stand when the roof caved in. He felt a flare of anger and leaped up. He’d paid an exorbitant fee for the peace and solitude to brood in his thoughts and what was this interruption?“What the fuck is the meaning of this?” He snapped. She landed in the middle of the debris and he felt his anger falter. An immor