Nordic Fairies (Novella Series, #1) Read Online Free PDF

with the amber necklace. “No. Of course not.” She swallowed hard.
    “ Good. Then you have nothing to worry about.”
    Trym rose and walked toward the door. For a second, Svala considered telling him she had gone to see her, but quickly decided against it. He had always been against them seeking her out, and he was obliged to report it to the powers that be if she told him.
    “ Trym?”
    He turned around. “Yes?”
    “ What do we do now?”
    When their eyes met, she could have sworn he saw right through her. Then he paused and reached up to rub his chin.
    “ There is an autograph signing tomorrow at the mall. I’ll reschedule our flights.”
    “ What am I going to do there?”
    If Viggo didn’t recognize her, or didn’t want to see her, what would it accomplish to seek him out again?
    “ Try again,” he said. “That is what we do, isn’t it?”
     
    ***
     
    The line in the mall moved. They passed a beauty store and a scent of perfume washed over them. Sarah leaned against a sturdy advertisement sign from H&M that showed a woman wearing a red bikini.
    “ This is going to take forever,” she sighed.
    Svala agreed. They’d been waiting in line for over one hour, and they had hardly moved. She looked at the table up front. Viggo was bored and impatient. To those who didn’t know him he probably gave a different impression, but she could tell. He didn’t want to be here.
    “ If we don’t make it, I might have to hurt someone,” Jen muttered.
    A group of eleven tween girls ahead of them sulked as they abandoned the line. They walked over to a lady waiting by the Gucci store. One of the girls whined and told the woman she was being completely unfair. The woman glanced at her wrist watch and shook her head, then urged the girls to move along.
    The line moved.
    Viggo signed another picture, smiled at another girl and tapped his fingers against the desk. He didn’t seem to care that everyone was looking at him, he’d always been good at blocking out attention. After signing another picture, he dropped the pen onto the table and flexed his hand. Before he grabbed it again, his hand went up to his neckline. Svala’s heart stopped beating for a few seconds as he grabbed for something that wasn’t there. When realization set in, he smiled to himself and let his hand fall down over his chest.
    Svala’s heart started beating faster.
    It had been their sign when he needed her to rescue him out of a social situation. He’d touch the bow of his tie, as if adjusting it, or let his hand smooth over the length of it. Whenever he did that, Svala would come and request his attention elsewhere, thus getting him out of the situation without being rude. It had been especially useful in their life before last when Viggo had been running for office and their attendance to dull functions and fund-raising events had seen no end.
    Svala kept smiling. Even if he didn’t recognize her, there was still hope. He remembered something.
    Two hours later, they reached the end of the line. Svala urged her friends to go ahead while she turned around and jotted down a message on her hand: the name of her hotel and her room number. She hesitated then added: “Please nod if you recognize me. I’m worried about you.”
    Megan stood in front of Viggo when Svala turned around. She had forgotten her speech and stared at Viggo with wide eyes. When he handed her the picture back she yelped, but didn’t move along. A security guard nudged her and told her to step aside for the next girl, Sarah.
    Svala faced Amanda Jones, Viggo’s new girlfriend. Up close she was even more stunning. Her smile, however, less honest than it had appeared further back in the line. Svala handed Amanda the promotional picture. Amanda signed it and offered Svala the same bored look she’d given the other girls, then broke out smiling. Beside Svala, Sarah lingered with Viggo.
    “ Move along, miss.” The security guard shoved Sarah to the side.
    One step to the left