Nordic Fairies (Novella Series, #1) Read Free

than she intended.
    He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. “If he is only trying to meet you, you have to be stronger. You have to walk away. You understand that, don’t you?”
    “ You don’t have to keep telling me. I know.”
    Trym stepped back, crossed his arms over his chest and sighed out loud. “I know you do, but I don’t think you know what you’re up against. If he has been compromised by the Döckálfar, and we don’t help him, we might lose him to them.”
    “ And if I approach him, I might not be strong enough to resist him and then...” She couldn’t finish the sentence.
    “ Then you’ll risk losing him too. Especially after what the two of you did.”
    There was a light tap on the door. Svala and Trym turned. It was Megan.
    “ Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.” Her gaze flickered between the two of them.
    Trym took a step back. “No problem. She’s all yours.” He reached out and stroked Svala’s arm before he walked out.
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    “ Try not to think about it. And try to have a good time,” Trym said as Svala and her friends headed out for a day in New York.
    After hours of shopping, followed by a stroll down Broadway, they ended up at Dean & DeLuca. Svala ordered a tall Cappuccino and a chocolate-chip cookie, and then took the seat next to Sarah by the window. Outside, people hurried past, missing the whole point of living.
    Svala turned away from the window and listened to her friends’ expectations on the upcoming evening.
    “ I wonder how close we can get to him.” Jen pushed her long brown hair from her face.
    Sarah put down her cup and pursed her lips together. “What if...” Her gaze shifted to the ceiling, and a short pause followed. “What if I tripped and fell on him. Then he’d have to catch me.” She met the others’ doubtful faces. “That could happen.”
    “ How could that happen?” Jen asked with a tone of voice indicating Sarah was an idiot.
    Svala sat in silence following the conversation, but her thoughts soon drifted to the last time she had been with Viggo, two years ago.
    At the time, she had appeared to be twenty, but was closer to nine hundred. Three weeks earlier they’d finished a six year long assignment and reunited. Usually, their union happened much faster. At one time, it had taken only three months to get back together, though normally it took between one to three years. Six years was a long time to wait to be with the one you loved and three weeks not nearly enough to satisfy their need.
    This time, Svala moved to Viggo’s life. He’d been living in Los Angles, finishing his Masters Degree in Economics. His assignment had been connected to the current financial situation, and he’d been involved in the team of Ellinor Ostrom, the 2009 year’s Nobel Prize winner in Economics. Svala spent six years working with environmental issues in the Antarctic, and didn’t mind moving from the cold to sunny Los Angeles to be with the man she loved.
    She remembered Viggo stepping out from the large tiled shower in their Hollywood mansion. She stood by the sink, finished brushing her teeth. They lived in an enormous house, surrounded by the rich and famous, and their bathroom resembled a spa more than a bathroom. Everything about the house was a bit over the top.
    Viggo reached for a white cotton towel, perfectly folded on a shelf beside the shower. He wrapped it around his waist.
    “ Do you want to get married this time around?” Viggo asked.
    Svala placed her electric toothbrush on the sink, met his reflection in the mirror and smiled. His blue eyes sparkled. Water dripped from his hair onto his shoulder.
    “ What?” he asked amused.
    She kept admiring the view of him, smiling wider. “Nothing.”
    Viggo walked up and wrapped his arms around her small frame. The back of her thin silk robe, blue with a Japanese print, clung to his wet chest. Svala closed her eyes and felt his lips against her neck, his hands searching their way