Freya's POV
The Viking
As Seraphina leans in close to Fen, her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, her piercing gaze fixed on me the entire time. There’s something sly in her expression, a playful spark that spreads like wildfire to Levina and Thorstein. Within seconds, they’re all sporting identical smirks, clearly in on some joke I’m not privy to yet.
“What?” I ask, bracing myself. The last thing I need is for them to uncover my latest misadventure. “Please tell me you don’t know about… you know, the incident.”
Levina chuckles, shaking her head, though the glint in her eye promises she has something up her sleeve. “No, no,” she says, drawing out the words with exaggerated patience. “It’s that Viking from the mead hall, isn’t it? The tall, broad one with the silver beard and th
