Daughters (Nordic Fairies, #4) by Saga Berg

Chapter 1
     
    1980
    New York
     
    “Psst.”
    Svala’s shoes squeaked against the grey vinyl floor when she stopped in the empty high school hallway. Viggo peered out from the janitor’s supply room, nodding for her to come inside. Her pulse raced as she gazed down both lengths of the corridor, and approached him.
    The door clicked in place behind her. When Viggo grabbed her waist and pulled her close, her adrenaline rushed. His lips met hers, desperate and eager. She moaned and clung to him, surprised by her lack of self-control.
    “I’m late for class,” she whispered, but accepted his next kiss.
    Viggo pushed her against the left wall and slid one hand under her blouse, cupping her b-cup outside the pink cotton bra. With a gentle squeeze, he chuckled into the kiss. She pulled away and raised a brow. “I’m only fourteen.”
    Viggo grinned and kissed her again. “You’re perfect,” he whispered against her lips, his other hand running up her neck until it intertwined into her long blonde hair. “You’re always perfect.”
    When their lips met again, she remembered where they’d left off in their previous life, on the kitchen counter in Miami. Her nerve endings stirred and she heard herself groan as he deepened the kiss. He grabbed her waist, about to lift her up against the wall when he knocked over a tin bucket on the shelf. They both paused, mid kiss, keeping their lips locked as the bucket clunked onto the floor. A bottle of chlorine followed with a few bouncing thuds. He winced and stopped it with his foot before it slammed into the door. They stayed still and listened for a few seconds, but resumed kissing when the corridor outside stayed silent.
    “We’re not supposed to do this,” she whispered.
    He pulled her closer. “I know. So tell me to stop.”
    She chuckled and he abandoned her lips to trail a row of kisses down her neck. Svala tilted her head back against the wall, her fingers buried in the soft mass of his thick brown hair. He pushed the sweater down over her shoulder and his slow, affectionate kisses against her skin sent shivers through her body.
    Then he paused and peered up, his lips still pressed against her shoulder. “How bad would it be if I made love to you right now?”
    She reached out to caress his cheek and discerned his clear blue eyes in the darkness. “Pretty bad.”
    His lips lingered on her shoulder before he pulled away with a deep, collecting breath. With his hands clutching her waist, he leaned his forehead against her shoulder, and inhaled swiftly. “What did Trym say?”
    Svala placed a hand on his chest, adding gentle pressure. “That I should stay away from you.”
    He glanced down at her half-hearted attempt to keep him at a distance and offered a lopsided smile. “Well, you’re doing a great job, honey.”
    She chuckled and met his gaze. “What did Alva say?”
    He snickered. “Oh, she said go for it.”
    She slapped his chest and frowned. “You’re funny.”
    “And you’re adorable at fourteen. I’d almost forgotten.”
    Svala wrinkled her nose but accepted his next kiss without complaint. She could stand in there all day, kissing him, but it posed too big of a risk and she already wanted more. She pulled away. “What did she say about Freja?”
    Viggo’s eyes shifted and his grip on her waist loosened. “She didn’t know. She asked The High Council, but they didn’t tell her much.” He looked up and pushed a strand of hair from her face. “What did Trym say?”
    She shook her head. “Same thing. He told me to be careful, but that they didn’t give any restrictions on how to communicate with her.”
    Footsteps clomped the hallway outside, like someone running late to class. They paused and listened as the steps faded down towards the science lab.
    “Does she recognize you?” Viggo asked.
    Svala ran a finger over the neon colored print on his T-shirt. “I don’t know. She looks at me like she’s not quite sure. I can tell she wants to