“Nice,” Cass murmured. “Muscular and not a cat person which means he´s not too sharp. Just the way I like em.”
“You like just about anyone,” Armmie said. “Now sing, sweetie and show us how it´s done.”
Cass started to sing and the German Shepherd dropped the ball in his mouth, looking over the river with perched ears and a cautious wagging of the tail. The sound had been so low pitched it had only managed to catch the dog´s attention.
“Actually don´t,” Armmie interrupted her as Cass began to cough. “You sound like a lunatic.”
“I don´t,” Cass said angrily. “Let´s just kill the dog as well.”
“Dumb idea, because then Kimora of the Wicked Forest will make you wish you were never born,” Armmie muttered. “You know how that Vila is with animals. Freya it´s on us, since you took Dasha out.”
Freya nodded reluctantly but the second she and Armmie started to sing the man looked up and he rushed into the river as if he´d been pulled in by a string. Surprised and scared by the behavior of his owner, the dog ran back into the forest. Maybe to get help. Only that it wouldn´t help.
“See, that´s what I said,” Armmie whispered in her ear. “You really do have a magical voice.”
Freya shuddered at her words but she didn´t stop singing until the man was close enough and they made themselves visible. As soon as the veil to their world lifted, the man´s eyes turned round in shock but his mouth was smiling.
“What are you,” he asked between dry lips.
“You ask the right questions,” Cass beamed. “What are we and not who are we.”
“We are god´s,” Armmie said and stroked his cheek and he shuddered at her touch.
“As in the myths?” the man said. “But you don´t exist.”
“Don´t we?” Cass pouted. “See for yourself.” She put his hand on her breast and his eyes almost rolled back into his skull. When he squeezed her breast too hard, Cass let out an angered cry and slapped his hand away.
“I´m…I´m sorry…I thought…” He looked so confused and worried, he was almost on the verge of tears.
“It´s all right,” Freya soothed. “We´re used to it. Come closer and I´ll show you something fun.”
Eagerly he almost threw himself at her, but Freya caught him quickly since she had done this more times than she could remember. She could tell by the look on his face that he was surprised by her strength. And there were more surprises to come.
“What…what are you doing?” he asked and let out a twirling laughter which almost sounded childlike.
“I´m tickling you,” Freya smiled back.
“No…” he laughed. “Don´t.” But she kept tickling and he kept roaring with laughter. He giggled even when she pushed his head below the surface and pulled him further down with her. He was still withering in mirth but Freya knew it soon would stop. Soon Cass and Armmie would show up on either side of him, wrap their arms around him and drag him down until he met his own death. Soon they would…
Freya blinked in surprise when something lifted the man out of the water as if he´d been a feather plucked from chicken.
Quickly she swam back up to the surface.
“What´s going on,” Freya asked Armmie and Cass in surprise. For some strange reason they were standing with their hands clasped in the front and their heads bent as if they barely dared to look up. “You were supposed to…” She trailed off when she noticed the Frost Bringer…
Chapter Four
He was crouching by the shore, his hand wrapped around the neck of the human and he looked furious. The ends of his hair were wet and there was a grim expression on his face.
“What were you doing with him?” he asked in a low, dangerous voice, causing Freya to shudder.
“Just having some fun,” Freya said with her chin lifted.
“What were you doing?” he bellowed, rattling the human so that his head almost came off.
“I… was… only tickling him.”
“Tickling him?” Wolf asked between pressed lips. “Didn´t I tell you not to do that?”
“Perhaps,” Freya said fleetingly and when he looked like he would kill the mortal with his bare hands she quickly said. “Yes…yes you did.”
“Then why didn´t you do as I asked?”
“I didn´t think you would really come back and check.”
It was probably the worst possible answer she could have given and Wolf seemed to agree.
“I see,” he said. “And what more would you have done, had I not come to see what my little, god was doing?”
His god? Since when?
“She wouldn´t have done anything,” Armmie quickly said. “Freya rarely gets involved with the humans. Just this time, since we were one god short.”
Wolf looked at her doubtingly and then looked at the mortal who had passed out from all the terror.
“Give him to us,” Cass said, hunger shining in her eyes and she reached out her pale arms. “We will deal with him.”
“No,” Freya pleaded. Not now, when the mortal had a chance to live. “Let him go. Pease just this one time.” Cass and Armmie shot her fiery glances and she could tell that they were raging her but she didn´t care. “Please”.
Wolf´s eyes lingered over her face. They were still dark and stormed with jealousy. Then he looked at the mortal and with a careless flicker of his hand, he tossed him to Cass and Armmie who grinned in unison.
“Finally,” they said, licking their lips. “But he´s unconscious, so this won´t be any fun…”
“Do it now,” Wolf bit and they quickly did as he said. The river rippled from the deadly aftereffects and then turned as still as if it had stopped breathing and was now holding its breath… until I feed again.
“Boring,” Cass said, crossing her arms. “I don´t get a buzz if there´s no struggle.”
“Mhm, frosty flakes is quite the killjoy,” Armmie muttered under her breath as she twirled
