Fourth Intermission
FREYA
I THINK I HAVE THE SONG.
Remember at the end of Harlow and Alec’s traumatizing tale, I was inventing a song for our lovely water witch and cranky Alpha? Nothing felt right because I was singing about forests and trees. She’s a water witch, duh.
Water!
Here I go…
Carina and the shifter, sitting in a cavern.
Almost K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
But then, he’s an idiot and broke them up…
Okay, singing isn’t my strong suit. Neither is rhyming.
Was it the caves or are you getting toasty? Maybe it’s the heat between these two. Wonder when these idiots will pull their heads out of their asses. I mean, I know when, but I can’t say.
In so many ways, our first couple had more action between them. Although, I think that was called “hatred.” Harlow was attempting to escape at almost every turn; Alec was figuring out what to do with her.
I’m not the only one seeing these vibes, right? It’s getting harder and harder to figure out who’s vibing and who isn’t in my old age.
Vibes. Such a modern term. You have no idea how many changes the English language has gone through over the millennium.
We’ve gone from grunting to proper and formal English, to the crap of today.
What happened to using titles when greeting others?
I was once Miss Freya. Now, I’m “bro,” “dude,” or whatever uncreative name mortals come up with.
Perhaps it’s why Alec holds a special place in my heart—despite it obviously not being reciprocated—because he’s formal.
Whose heart wasn’t aflutter when he called Harlow ‘Miss Sinclair’?
Granted, it was supposed to be demeaning and sarcastic, but given who he is, pretty sure that’s his fucked-up love language.
Anyway, whoa, got off target there.
Language. Yeah, I’ve had to adapt. Boredom drives you to keep current.
So, dudes, let’s get back to it this train wreck of two people realizing they don’t dislike one another and want to make use of those nests.
Maybe they will eventually.
Or maybe one will die and this won’t be a happy ending for them.
Or maybe my skin will turn blue.
I don’t know, I’m making this up as I go along. Twiddling my fingers, waiting for the good stuff.
It’s coming soon. Just you wait…