All Chapters of He Threw Me Away Once, This Time I Choose the Lycan prince: Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

FREYA’S POVKade shut the door behind him and stood in the kitchen doorway. He looked at Ronan's shoulder and then at me with my arms still round him, before averting his gaze."There's a fire in the yard room," he said. "If he wants to be somewhere that isn't a kitchen.""He's not going anywhere for twenty minutes." My mother put a cup down in front of him. "Sit."No one put up an argument.A heavy silence filled the kitchen.Ronan's breath evened out and my arms were still round him, and I didn't let go, mostly because I'd been told not to and partly because of the other thing."You'll want to know what the table said," Kade said, to his cup."I know what the table said.""Freya—""You said it out loud in the hall, Kade, I was standing there." I shifted my grip. "The terms are written. The support goes. Everybody heard.""Then you know they want it in writing by morning.""Fine.""And my mother's writing her own account tonight, and she'll have it down as soon as possible.” He pause

FREYA’S POVThe room froze, I think we all stopped breathing for a few minutes. Dad was the first person to get over his shock."What?" He asked, the question coming out almost like he didn’t know he said it."Thursday night. In his bed. He was sixty and he'd been ill for a year and it was always going to be this month or the next. They announced it in the northern papers this morning." Rusk's jaw worked. "The seat that he's been keeping empty is open, and there's a table sat in a cold hall in the north that hasn't got a single man on it who knows what to do now.""And he wants what?" my father said."He wants to give evidence." Rusk looked at me. "He's had a bellyful of the old man and he's brought the files with him and he'll swear to all of it in front of whoever you like, and then he wants to go home and be nobody in particular.""On what terms?""On no terms at all." Rusk picked his hat up. "That's the bit you'll not believe, so I'll say it plain. Sayer's got one condition and it

FREYA'S POVI was on the bottom step with a cup of tea going cold in my hands and my eyes like sandpaper, and when the bell rang my mother said, "That'll be Ivy," without getting up, because of course she'd have been expected at five the day before.I opened the door to her standing in her uniform with the folder held against her chest and her mouth already doing the thing it did."Freya.""Hi.""You're grey." She came in past me without being asked. "You look — God, you look awful. What's happened? Your mum said on the phone you'd gone up to the mountains and—""Whoa. Slow down.""I brought your notes." She held the folder out. "Every class. I did the biology questions for you as well, in pencil, so you can copy them out in your own writing."That was the thing about her. You could be as suspicious as you liked and she'd still turn up with four pages of your biology in pencil."Thanks," I said."Are you all right? You look like you haven't slept.""Haven't.""Is your mum here? Is you

FREYA'S POVThe box smelled of wet and cold metal and old cigarette and there was a dead leaf in the corner and the receiver was so cold it made my ear ache.Ivy got the card out and held it flat against the glass and dialled with her thumbnail because her fingers were too cold to do it properly. The dial went round and came back with a whirr each time and it was the loudest thing in the lane."Freya." She had the receiver against her ear and her other hand pressed flat on the metal shelf. "If it's a man, do I hand it over straight away?""No. Say your bit first. Who you are and that you found a card and ask if it's theirs. If he asks anything back, hand it to me.""Right." She was quiet. "It's ringing."I watched her face.There's a particular thing that happens to your ears when you're waiting on a call you don't want. The lane got louder — the drip off the hedge, a car somewhere down the valley road, a dog. Then all of it went thin and far away and there was only the small tinny no

FREYA'S POVThe car came down the slip road and stopped in the row behind us, and nobody got out of it for a second.My father had the door open and his body between me and the tarmac. Rusk's two men were out of the first car with their hands loose. Nan Croy's car had gone and Kade was gone with it and there was nothing in front of us now but a grey saloon with two people in it and the rain coming on again.The driver's door opened.The man who got out was big. His grey hair cropped close at the sides, a coat that had been good four years ago, and a box under one arm.Ivy's hand closed on my sleeve hard enough to hurt."That's him," she said.He didn't come to us. He stopped at the front of his car and put the box down on the bonnet and put both hands flat on the roof and stood there."Pellow," he greeted us with that. "Sayer's man. He'll have told you.""He didn't," my father said."Then he's got more sense than I gave him." Pellow looked past him, at Ronan, and stayed there a second