L.C. Mawson - The Freya Snow Final Trilogy: Books 13-15

Caetlin tried to tell herself that whatever was making her feel strange was anything but what she suspected.

That her bleeding was delayed because she was ill, not because

She wanted to believe that it was impossible for her to be pregnant, but she knew that it was more than a plausible possibility at this point.

She needed to see Anthony. She needed to tell him of what she suspected, and she needed to know if he was the man she thought he was.

If he would stand by her through this.

Of course, her parents had made it clear that she wasnt to see him again.

As she paced her room, her gaze fell on the jewellery box by her bedside table.

The box that the strange woman had given her on All Hallows Eve.

She had said that it was for when all hope seemed lost and Caetlin had tried to open it in the past, but nothing had happened.

It was superstitious nonsense to think that it would somehow know how dire her current situation was and open in response, but she figured that it couldnt hurt.

She moved towards the box, placing her fingers on the cold, dark wood as she felt for the seam, hidden well within the silver decoration.

She expected it to stay shut tight, refusing to budge no matter how much pressure she applied.

Except, when her fingers reached the seams this time, the box slid open at the slightest touch.

She didnt know what she was expecting to find within, but it certainly wasnt a small ball of light, so bright that it was almost blinding.

The light shot out from the box, slamming into Caetlins chest, sending her staggering back.

I she managed, trying to make sense of the strange feeling that was now invading her mind.

Not I, a voice corrected, echoing in her head. We .

Caetlin spun around, looking for the source of the voice, but there was no one there.

Not that she had really expected to see anyone.

The voice had been right, she knew, even if it was taking her a while to process it.

She was no longer alone in her own mind. Someone else had taken refuge in her body with her.

Ku , the entity clarified as Caetlin went back to examine the box, which had now closed itself firmly shut. You opened Pandoras Box and set me free. Though I would not advise opening it again. Not unless you intend to place me back. The box did not hold just me

Chapter One

D ont be so nervous , Freyas father told her with a soft smile, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. This is a good plan and the Demons are ready to stand behind you.

Freya was unable to suppress a disbelieving snort. Its an okay plan, and half of the Demons here are just looking for an excuse to tear me down.

Her father shook his head. Uther may be working against you, but those working with him have not been so enthusiastic since you returned home. Many followed him out of fear of what would happen when I died, since I didnt have an heir. Now youre here, and youre a Dark Angel, as well as their Princess. Many no longer see the need to follow Uther.

Freya looked away, knowing that this was all just speculation on her fathers part. They barely had any information on whod been loyal to Uther before, so they had no way to know if those numbers had changed, even if they had been able to recruit more spies among his ranks.

Even if they currently arent as enthusiastic about working with him, that will likely change as soon as I announce this plan of cooperation with the other magical factions. You cannot ignore how unpopular it will be with a lot of the older Demons. Yes, Humans have been the more recent threat, but they still remember a time when they fought other magical factions.

Freya, your case for unity is compelling. Dont underestimate what youve put together here.

Freya nodded, knowing that she wasnt going to convince him of how likely this was to go sideways.

Or maybe he did know but was simply trying to reassure her above all else, knowing that it was better to try.

After all, thats why she was here, wasnt it? To try to make things better, even if it was hard.

All right, I think Im ready, she told him, before checking to make sure that Damon, her husband, was still there.

Still ready to stand at her side as her consort.

She had to admit that it was nice, though still strange, that after so long of working by herself, she finally had people beside her that she could rely on.

Her father nodded before heading out to the hall, with his wife, Queen Persephone, beside him, and Freya and Damon coming behind.

The Demon nobles gathered fell silent, and Freya couldnt blame them. As affable as her father was in private, when he wanted people to see the Demon King, thats what they saw. An imposing figure that none of them could even think of challenging.

It reminded her of how she had spent years relying on her own imposing figure as the Dark Angel.

She hoped that it had transferred to her role as the Princess of the Underworld, wanting nothing more than to live up to her fathers legacy.