Thor

set to work, my hands moving with a practiced skill I'd learned surviving in the wild during my last li

k. My daughter, sixteen-year-old Freya, jumped out. She was dressed in

arving," she complained, already reaching for the choicest cut, a thick

e the best for herself to sho

its tip stopping an inch

her hand back. "What are

, my eyes flat and devoid of wa

if I'd told a joke. "What did yo

is family, Freya? Have you ever washed a dish? Chopped a pie

r face flushed with anger. "I'm your dau

or support. "Magnus, look a

pression to his sister's indi

, and walked over to her. "From now on, 'du

hang around because you occasionally steal something goo

hat makeup... Astrid's been giving y

from Freya's face.

lentless. "From now on, if you want to eat, you hunt. I

y piece of meat from the neck, and tossed it at her f

ever known. Tears welled in her eyes. "I hate you!"

d toward the house to tatt

ut calmly, "They're in the woodshe

the heavy bolt slid across it. The faint sound of

ally crashed down on her. Her pr

er her, and she collapsed to th

nus, my voice even. "Finish skinning

Freya's breakdown was nothing more th

en back at me. The respect in his eyes

d as spoiled as Freya, the only way to force her