Chapter Thirteen

They looked down at the entrance when Freya first noticed something suspicious on the doorknob. The scene enlarged; the windows open with the curtains hanging out on it. Though Broderick didn't care to notice that since he was kinda keen to meet his father. She also thought it most prudent to come home with him; even though she appeared a little bit puzzled and uncomfortable, another accidental meeting with one of the hunting gang was possible, and, in her present state, would be dangerous.

Apparently, he seemed to be tempted by every thing and swayed by half a word, probably judging from what might happen again if he wasn't considered to be a prodigal son before Natasha and the lady Freya. A spontaneous smile emerged and soon faded away when Freya went to the door hastily for amusement, dropping off the luggage by the door post. - Much could not be hoped from the traffic of even the busiest time of her life. - Both of them giggling and acting like a weirdo. Could it be a happy endin