Foresworn. Rinda Elliott

And I can sort of walk through fire. It’s why we think I have Gullveig’s soul.”

      I nodded, excitement sending me to my feet. “I do know that story. The Vanir goddess who kept getting burned by the Aesir.”

      Another girl with short black hair dropped to her knees beside Gillian. Tears and black marks streaked her high cheekbones. “Gullin and Freya were in that first greenhouse.” She sniffed, offered me a wobbly smile. “I’m Sky. I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but nothing is nice right now.” She started sobbing. “Poor little guys.”

      Gillian jumped up and ran down the hill. She didn’t stop—she ran right inside that first greenhouse.

      “Is Alva okay?” Sky asked.

      “Alva?” I looked around.

      “Arun’s mom.” She wrapped her arms tight around her waist. “Did he get her out?”

      “Yeah.” I walked around back to find Arun frantically hugging the woman, who sat bent over on a big tree stump. Harsh, racking coughs shook her thin frame.

      He looked up, saw me, then bounded over the snowy hill between us to grab me and squeeze the breath out of me. “What you did,” he said in my hair. “What you did saved her. She’d passed out from the smoke, and she would be dead if it weren’t for you.” He hugged me tighter.

      Gods, he was strong. I winced.

      “Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat and letting me go. He stepped back, stared down at me. “Thank you so much, Kat.”

      “It wasn’t me—it was my norn. But I’m glad.” That hug had been nice. I looked up to find him staring at me with a surprised look that held something else. Real interest. I took a deep breath to say something, anything, and a hard cough took me over.

      Arun rested his hand on my shoulder.

      “Got ‘em!”

      Gillian’s yell made us all turn. I worked to get the harsh tickling out of my throat, watched her walk unscathed from a wall of fire. Her sweater was moving funny. She ran up the hill, laughing and gasping as she pulled a small creature from under her sweater. She handed one to Arun.

      He laughed, held it up and kissed its grunting little face.

      “It’s a pig,” I said stupidly, then cleared my throat as the coughing finally eased off. “They’re tiny pigs.”

      “Babies,” Arun said. “They’ll get bigger. These are the best friends I wanted to introduce you to. This one is Gullin.” He held up the small black-and-white pig, and I had to actually curl my hands into fists to keep from grabbing it because it was freaking adorable. Gullin grunted and rooted around Arun’s neck like he was trying to wiggle as close as possible. Arun laughed and patted him. He looked at Gillian. “Freya’s okay?”

      She pulled out another wiggling creature—also black and white—and grimaced. “I think she tried to bite me. Here.” She handed Freya to me.

      It was my turn to grunt in surprise because she weighed more than I expected. “Are these teacup pigs?”

      “Nah,” Arun answered. “They’ll grow to be a lot bigger than this. I’m not sure teacup pigs are even real. Think they all get big. But these cuties are potbelly pigs, so they probably won’t get as big as some of the monsters I’ve seen.” He held up the squirming Gullin. “You’d better not.” His smile faded as he looked out over the burning greenhouses.

      The sound of sirens filled the air.

      “Took them long enough,” Gillian said.

      “Actually, it didn’t. Kat here stopped time, so it seems longer for us.”

      “The greenhouses went up so fast,” Gillian said. She shivered, then began to lope down the hill again. “I’m going to save what I can out of the others.”

      “Good idea. Wish I could walk through fire.” Arun turned and walked back to the stump where his mom sat wrapped in a blanket someone had found.