"What did you say, Emma?" Freya choked out, her voice ladened with the same expression that buttered the faces of everyone present in Peter's living room; incredulity.
Melvina, for one, held up her hands, and then brought it down consequently, as if tired of the mysteries and surprises surrounding Emma. Not even a contemplative look from Nathan, could change her thoughts. It was not that she was tired of Emma, it just seem that no matter what they did, the redhead usually courted trouble.
'If she is as powerful as her actions these past few days have proven, I am surprised that she hasn't been captured yet. This might just be the tip of the iceberg.'
Melvina soughed, hearing her mate's words. She knew he was right. She wished for things to be simple. She have always wanted simple. Yet, the goddess had declined that very wish.
