Crap.
I went to the window, quickly pushed the heavy curtain aside and looked out.
Then I froze.
Then I stared.
Then I fought against passing out.
Then the teeny, little man with pointy ears and an upturned nose wearing a strange dark blue hat that looked like a cap with a straight white feather poked in the side and whose whole body was weirdly glowing ice blue turned to look at me.
Then I heard him say to Frey, “Your Ice Bride has seen us, Frey Drakkar.”
My eyes shot to Frey standing out in the freezing cold in nothing but breeches but the teeny little man didn’t have to tell Frey that. Frey was staring at me and shaking his head.
Then he moved to the door.
I jerked from behind the curtains and hyperventilated.
The door opened and I turned to face my husband.
Eyes on me, he said softly, “I asked you to stay in the loft, Finnie.”
“There are little fairies outside,” I breathed, forcing out the words through quick breaths.
His brows drew together in a way that wasn’t scary but, instead, surprised and he replied, “Those aren’t fairies, wife, those are elves.”
Elves?
Elves.
Holy moly!
My head slowly turned to the curtained window I could no longer see out of but my mind conjured the vision of what was essentially our front yard that I’d seen littered with about a dozen, maybe more, teeny men and women glowing ice blue.
Elves!
Oh my God!
How cool! This world had elves!
I looked back at Frey and whispered, “How cool!”
He held my eyes and told me his mind was not on elves when he asked quietly, “Can you explain why you hold a knife?”
“You’re a Raider,” I said without hesitation, wanting to get my explanation over with so we could talk about Elves, “you probably have enemies. I thought, with the way you took off, that they’d found you, it was payback time, you were unarmed so I wanted to see if I could help.” His face again registered surprise for an instant before it softened but I didn’t really notice mainly because my mind was on the elves outside so I asked, “Are those really elves?”
He moved toward me and my head tipped back as he did. When he got close, his hand carefully came to mine, took control of the knife then, when he had it, his torso twisted slightly and he tossed it so it landed with a soft funph on the couch.
With free hands, I lifted them and curled my fingers on his shoulders, shaking him a little to get his attention and when he turned back to me, I leaned close, went up on my toes and whispered excitedly, “Frey! Seriously! Are those really elves?”
His hands settled on my h*ps and he peered down at my face, one side of his mouth hitching up before he said, “Yes, Finnie, it’s been centuries but they have returned.”
I instantly pressed in deeper, chest to chest, fingers digging in his shoulders as I felt my eyes go wide, a big smile split my face and I cried, “How cool!”
He grinned then he said, “I must go with them.”
I blinked. Then I asked, “What? Why?”