FREYA
"Let her go," He repeats himself and his voice goes very low, the voice he uses right before the worst things happen. "Right now. Take your hands off my wife, Freya, or I swear before the moon I will break every one of your fingers."
His wife?
My eyes widen and the word lands somewhere in the fog of my shock and I cannot believe this young woman near my own age with her gentle manner married my father, the man of ice.
I let her go.
My arm drops and the little knife clatters to the floor and she steps quickly away from me, and the moment she is free, she runs to him.
She crosses the room and folds herself against his chest, and I watch my father's arms come up around her and his whole body changes as he holds her, the iron going soft, his hand cradling the back of her head, hi
