I don’t know why I’m suddenly so nervous.
He’s my brother.
My twin.
But it’s been so long since we last spoke… I don’t even know where to start.
I close my eyes and take a slow, steady breath.
In.
Out.
“Wow,” Astrid sighs dreamily in my head. “He smells amazing. Like floating on a cloud all the way to Valhalla.”
I almost laugh.
Of course she notices that.
“Valhalla?” I mutter internally. “What are you, a Viking now? Pretty sure we’d have to die in battle first.”
She giggles.
“Look at our names, Freya. We’ve got Viking energy going on.”
I pause.
She’s… not wrong.
I open my eyes again.
Jensen’s presence is still wrapped around me—steady, grounding.
He’s doing that thing again… letting his aura settle over me.
Calming me.
Before I can stop myself, instinct takes over.
I re
