Book Six: Chapter 161

Wait, how did she know that?

“Any news of my dear Frigga, please, I beg of you. Even if it’s bad.” The man moved toward her and extended a hand to touch her shoulder. Jack flinched away, but was surprised when a golden figure emerged from her body and stepped into the touch. It was a different version of herself, with long hair and vibrant skin. The crown was clutched in her doppelganger’s hand.

“I fear she may have fallen.” The doppelganger bowed her head in reverence. “Both her army and my own now lie in ruin. The invaders could not be stopped and I barely escaped myself.”

“They have taken everything from us but our lives. I fear even those may not be enough to satisfy them.” The man spat at the ground in frustration.

“Odin,” Freya whispered, wiping the tear from his cheek. “We must flee. My sister, she may yet live. If you do not survive this day, you shall never know for sure.”

“My place is here,” he told her, his fingers tangling in her hair and li