WINTER

“What? And who exactly do you think you are speaking on behalf of the whole kingdom? Some oracle elder?” Mom shot back before I could even breathe. “You might be old, but you certainly don’t look blessed with any divine gift.”

My jaw nearly hit the floor.

Freya’s sneer vanished so fast it was almost comical.

Of all the moments for my mother’s sharp tongue, she chose this one.

“Me?” Freya’s eyes narrowed into icy slits. “I’m someone who once stood ...