Stealing Brísingan.
The damned necklace that clung almost possessively to Freyja's neck, as if it had a will of its
own.
No matter how many plans I devised, each one ended with the sa dismal outco: either I would be killed by whatever power her damn necklace unleashed, or I'd barely escape alive- empty-handed and no closer to saving my mother.
I'd spent days thinking it over. In the entire week I'd been here, I had never seen Freyja without that necklace. Not even once.
"Do you know what powers her Brísingan possesses?" I asked Cleenah, pacing around the garden.
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