Frida POV
I let go of my siblings’ hands and ran as fast as I could to where Granddad, Aunty, and Völva were gathering in the dining room. As soon as I reached them, I grabbed Völva’s hands and, without meaning to, shared the vision I had just seen. Her face shifted from its usual happy and curious expression to one filled with the same fear that gripped me.
“Our tea time will have to wait,” Völva said, her voice tense. “But Mim can have tea with the boys. We need to head to the Gothels’.”
My Aunt Gwendolen, always practical, asked Helena, “What for?”
Helena’s voice was grave as she replied, “Frida’s cousin has been kidnapped, and now we need to get him back. But if we aren’t granted permission, we can’t do anything.”
Granddad looked at Helena in surprise, confusion evident in his voi
