FREYA
Interesting, if I hide and pretend that I am not here, would they just go away? I slowly tiptoe to my bed in hopes to sit this one out.
“Freya, I see some movement through the ice and know that you are there!” Desmond’s voice sounds impatient.
Damn it! I should have made thicker walls!
I fix my dress quickly and unfreeze the door between us. I can’t hide from him anyway, he can melt my ice with one simple touch. And if he has fire magic in him then my poor igloo doesn’t stand a chance.
“Oh, hi!” I smile broadly as if I didn’t just run away from him.
“Hello again,” he smirks, leaning on the doorway, “You didn’t think that you would get rid of me this easily, right?”
Uh-oh! A possible murderer is at my door this late at night. Everybody is still at the feast and
