The Howl in the Woods

FREYA

In the aftermath of Adrien's confession, we both lay in each other's arms on my bed, and I gave free rein to the clashing thoughts in my head.

What was next? I may have chosen my heart before the stability of the underworld, but I was still queen, and Adrien was still just a man in love.

He didn't understand the gravity and implications of these decisions.

Ishmael! His name was like a flashing torch in my head. Ishmael understood, and he would know what to do. But first, I would lay here, safe in the comfort of my lover's arms.

For a few moments at least, I could feign ignorance and pretend that all was well in our worlds.

I thought of Adrien's earthly wife; he was blindly in love with her when I first brought him here, and I was almost certain that he truly did belong to her, but I had won, I had fought for him, and I had won.