“Dúlla. Tell me Jonas is not Asger. Oh, gods. He pleased me…many times.” Hekla dragged a hand down her face. “It makes sense now.” “In my defense, there was a man named Asger,” murmured Silla, guilt prickling her stomach. “Jonas threatened to smash his face in.” “Silla!” exclaimed Hekla, her eyes narrowing on her. “How could you keep all this from me on this boring road where nothing exciting ever happens? I thought us friends.”
I love Hekla 🤣
