Chevelle. I knew him in both sets of memories. And now I was tied to him.
I quickly looked away and found Asher, still lying in the arms of the human. I took a step forward and she gave a little whimper as she jerked a hand over to protect her stomach. I sighed. All the time I had spent wishing to get my memory back, I had known. Somewhere, in the mess of my mind, I'd understood that acquiring the magic and memories would not automatically release me from the difficulties of my life. That was the third thing I’d been certain of.
But I wasn't Freya anymore. I was Elfreda, Lord of the North.
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Please look for more in the Frey Saga by Melissa Wright:
The Frey Saga: Molly (a novella)
The Frey Saga Book III: Rise of the Seven
Frey Saga Book II: Pieces of Eight Page 17