Baba Yaga stared at the wall. She could feel the Viking on the other side before he knocked. She didn't move or say anything. She could end it, take back what she'd lost, and be free; problem was, she wasn't sure ending things, taking back what was lost, freedom or even having lost something in the first place were options. They were concepts that she knew did not apply at the moment.
It wasn't some fairy tale love. It wasn't pure smut. It wasn't destined or even star crossed, curse and her instinctual guiding aside. It simply was. The cabin shook, and the crone knew it was a warning.
"No. Stay." She didn't yell or speak harshly, but her cabin felt the power. This was not a command to ignore. "Open to him." There was a shake; their connection might have allowed Eric to feel the rebelliousness the cabin was threatening.
"I said 'open to him.' He will enter." A little more power. "Show him the door." Another shake, but it was half-hearted. Just a show. The door, the real one, appeared and opened. Unfortunately it was on the other side.
"I would suggest you hurry in if you're coming. It is being difficult."