“What are we doing here?”
Wolf leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.
“You are here to sing.”
Chapter Seven
“Sing,” Freya said in surprise. “You brought me all the way here, just so that I could sing for you?” She shook her head, hoping that the ends of her hair stroking her lower back would entice him.
“There is an invisible portal at the other side of the wall,” he answered in a rough voice. “It cannot be opened, unless you entertain it first.”
Freya stared at the wall; it looked just like the other ones in the castle.
“Then why didn´t you entertain it?” Freya asked and he gave her a stern look. “I see,” she said, “you tried but the wall wasn´t having it, isn´t that so?” When he didn´t answer she started giggling.
“What is so amusing?”
“Nothing, except for the thought of you standing here and trying to sing.” When she laughed harder he scowled.
“You´re stalling. Now start singing. The sooner the portal opens the better.”
“What is inside the portal?” Freya asked. Please don´t let it be a dragon, she begged.
“A scripture that says exactly how Wryfell can be killed.”
“Wryfell can´t be killed,” Freya said automatically and Wolf´s eyes darkened. He peered down on her and she needed to crank her neck since she was about the same height as his ribs.
“He can and he will be, as long as we receive the instructions on how it is done.”
“We?”
“The allies, those in opposition to Wryfell.”
“Are there many of you?” she asked and Wolf looked tense. Oh ok, so very few which wasn´t surprising. Most immortals feared Wryfell and would rather have him rule over them than having to fight him.
“How do you know the scripture is in there?”
“I just do. Before I took over these lands they were ruled by Wryfell. The dungeon that exists behind the portal was there already during Wryfell´s time.”
“But why the portal?”
“The frost is just trying to protect Ice Falls, even if the methods are undesirable. Trying to kill Wryfell is a big risk and the frost won´t give up information easily.”
“That frost sounds like a piece of work,” Freya said exasperated but Wolf only scowled and she crossed her arms, nodding to herself. She doubted this would work but she needed to try. She needed to in fact do everything Wolf had asked of her, if her plan was going to work.
Freya didn´t have that much experience with men, but Philip had liked when she agreed with him on everything so she supposed that Wolf was the same.
“Very well,” she nodded professionally and sat down on the chair. “What do I sing?”
“Anything you´d like,” Wolf murmured. “Sing that song you sang when I found you.”
“That´s a song from the time when I was mortal!” And the song was about a woman who cried over her lover who had died in battle. In essence it was a song about Freya and Philip! If Wolf knew she doubted he would want her singing it.
“Doesn´t matter,” Wolf shrugged. She began to sing reluctantly and her voice seemed to vibrating through the castle walls. Wolf was still standing by the wall, his eyes slightly closed as if he was enjoying it. Freya thought about the way he had looked when he´d touched her hair and her lips started tingling. He was young, handsome, rich and influential, albeit a little cold but then she had never been that fond of warm immortal men.
And he seemed to have morals too, not wanting to see the realms in the hands of Wryfell, he had morals just like…Philip. Her throat clenched when she thought of him and she felt ashamed that she had compared him with another man.
“What´s wrong?” Wolf asked. “Why are you not singing?”
Quickly Freya made up an excuse and her nervous laughter quivered in the room.
“It´s so freezing, the chill is making my vocals restrict.”
Luckily and to her surprise, her excuse appeared to have worked because Wolf seemed to be rethinking this, staring down at the floor with brows drawn and then he jerked his chin.
“Get up,” he said so sharply, Freya scrammed to her feet.
“Excuse me?”
He ignored the fact that she was offended and sat down on the chair and suddenly she was in his lap, tucked against his strong chest and he rubbed her arms up and down.
“Better,” he murmured in her ear and she shivered at the contact.
“Yes,” she whispered and he seemed pleased with the answer. It was surprisingly pleasant being near him and she involuntarily relaxed. He touched her as if he had the right to but there was also agitation in him as if he worried that she wasn´t fully real.
“Your skin is so soft,” he said. “I´ve never felt anything like it.”
Freya decided not to remind him of the reason for its slippery softness.
“Should…should I continue to sing?” she asked and he nodded absently as his rough hands rubbed at the side of her body, her waist, her hips and Freya could barely focus on what she was supposed to do. He smelled of cedar and freshly fallen snow, making Freya want to bury her face in his throat and inhale his smooth scent.
When what seemed like an hour had passed and she was growing hoarse, the portal still hadn´t opened. Wolf was resting his chin on her head, his huge arms enfolding her and Freya was in fact now very warm. And yet to no apparent use.
“It´s not working,” she whispered and when she pulled away slightly from Wolf to look at him, he stared at her with cold eyes.
“Then you´re not doing it well enough.”
Jerk.
“I´m doing my best,” Freya said to her defense and it was the honest truth.
“I need more than just your best,” Wolf said impatiently and pinched the bridge of his nose, with his fingers. Freya turned worried. Would he get rid of her, would he send her back
