Angrboða awoke the next morning having no idea what lay in store. She always felt she could trust her father. He had never lied, never stole, and his advice and counsel had never led her astray. So when Dane came down for breakfast with a sullen face, Angrboða could never have guessed what was weighing so heavily upon his mind.

Filled with the thrill of her first love, Angrboða could do nothing to remove the smile that radiated across her delicate face. Everything about the night before with Thorsten had been magical – from their winter walk in the moonlight, to the candied almonds and varm sjokolade, and finally their first kiss. Angrboða had never been kissed before, but she knew enought to understand that first kiss between them was something special.