Arvid
“So, how’s it going?” my Grandma asks in the magical crystal ball I had delivered to my room. I’m in one of those luxurious ones that comes with plenty of benefits.
“How’s it going with what?” I ask, feigning innocence. I know she is asking about Freya. I told her I had met my mate, but I didn’t tell her the name.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Arvid. I’m way too old for that. I want to know about the girl! Have you apologized to her and met her in the middle, or are you still arguing with her?”
“No…I…umm…made up with her…I think?” I scratch my head, unsure where this conversation is headed.
If my Grandma knew I was plotting to help my mate set a demon free, she would disown me on the spot. She hates demons even more than me. I lost my dad and mom, and my Grandma lost her one and
