Luna shifts forward, her fingertip still tracing the words on the table. Freya’s attention slides down to the table, and she moves books out of the way.
“What is it?” I ask, sitting up. Mina peeks up from the book in her hands, her brow furrowing.
“This table,”—Freya points at it—“was this in the cave too?”
Luna’s attention shifts from Freya to me, before she answers. “Yes, they had it in the cave.”
“Do you know what it says?” Freya asks, looking at all of us.
“A ruler of two worlds shall rise up and lead.” Luna rattles off the prophecy.
Freya shakes her head. Her white blonde hair shimmers in the candlelight. “Not ruler.Queen.”
Luna stares down at the table once more, her mouth dropping open, as the realization dawns on her. She translated it wrong.
“It says a queen of two worlds shall rise up and lead?” I ask.
Freya shares a look with Luna. “Yes. But this isn’t all of it.”
“I told you they were never this short.” Luna shoots a pointed look at me.
“Where’s the rest of it, then?” Mina asks, shutting her book.
Luna worries at her bottom lip and taps a single finger on the table. “I haven’t been able to find it.”
“And you won’t.” Freya crosses her arms over her chest. “The sorceress who prophesied it died before finishing.”
Luna blanches, her gaze swinging to me. “I still think this is about you.”
I shrug, not having the capacity to worry about it right now. It’s very vague. I am a queen and I am leading. What’s the big deal?
Freya looks from me to Luna and then back again.
The door to the library creaks open and I crane my neck around the couch to see who’s entered. Torin’s golden brown eyes meet mine, his face lined with worry.
“Dinna mean to bother ye.”
I’m surprised to see him no longer in human clothes. But in training leathers, he looks no different from any of the other warriors here. Then again, he belongs here and not in the human realm. The thought is startling. My two worlds once again collide.
“It’s no bother Torin, we’re doing some research,” I reply, sitting up.
He scans the room looking for something—someone. His eyes widen a fraction when they land on Freya.
“Did you need something?” I ask, looking between him and her.
Torin squares his shoulders. His lips settle into a grim line.
“A moment Freya?”
Her face pales and she stands.
Confusion twists my face, and I look at Mina. Her mouth pops open and she sits up. What is happening? Oh…were they lovers?
Freya walks silently across the library and follows Torin out the door, pulling it closed behind them. Luna grabs the book Freya left on the table and sinks back into her chair.
“What just happened?”
Luna chuckles, but doesn’t look up as she flips through the book quickly.
