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hadn’t heard in centuries. “No it is not, Skadi Thjazisdotter.” He walked out the door, refusing to run until he’d hit the stairway.
Morgan already had Sylvia and Sydney in the back of the van, the engine running as they waited for Magnus to return. Magnus got into the passenger seat and Morgan took off, the women silent and still behind them.
“You’re safe now.” He kept repeating that to himself, the visions of what Skadi could have done to Sylvia before he arrived rolling one after the other through his mind. “You’re safe.”
It was as much reassurance for him as it was for them.
When Morgan stepped into the condo, Slade didn’t know whether to be relieved or upset. He chose to go with upset when he realized that Morgan was supporting a wounded Magnus. “What happened?” He hurried over, ignoring the lingering twinges of pain, and took Magnus from Morgan. He might be shorter and more slender than Magnus, but he was still a damn horse shifter. He could easily take Magnus’s weight.
“Skadi was there.” Morgan looked back, and only then did Slade realize that Sylvia and Sydney were with them. Sylvia was limping, her expression pained, her shoes in her hand. “Sylvia twisted her ankle on the stairs when we ran for it.”
“What the hell was Skadi doing there? She sticks to her father’s country in Jotunheim. I can’t remember the last time she came to Midgard.” Slade eased Magnus onto the sofa, only then noticing the blood on his lover’s side. “She did this?”
Some of his cold fury must have seeped into his tone, because Morgan shot him a startled look. “Yes. She’s tough, tougher than I remembered.” Morgan helped Sydney settle Sylvia into an armchair near the fireplace, lifting her leg until her ankle rested on the coffee table. It was obviously swollen. “She held Magnus off, but he kept her occupied long enough for me to get Sylvia and Sydney out of the apartment.”
So his lover had sacrificed himself for their mate. Slade both approved and disapproved. He grumbled under his breath as he carefully eased the bloody shirt off Magnus. “That cut is deep.” Magnus didn’t heal the way Slade did. It would take time for the wound to close.
“She told me Odin sent her to deal with Logan.” Magnus winced as Slade used the bloody shirt to wipe some of his skin clean. “She’s still loyal to him, thinks he should still be the king of the gods.”
Slade scowled. “Kir holds Gungnir. He’s lord of the Aesir and Vanir now.”
“I know that, but the crazy lady doesn’t.”
Slade made a disgusted noise as he headed into the bathroom for the first-aid kit. He bent down and began rummaging through the cabinets, looking for the red bag Magnus kept under here. He’d become very familiar with that bag since moving in. Magnus broke it out every night, tending Slade’s still healing body. Even super jotun healing didn’t completely compensate for being skinned alive multiple times in one day. “Great. Wonderful. Now we have to worry about a new player in the game, one who can kick Magnus’s ass.”
“Hey, now.” Slade turned from the bathroom cabinet at the sound of Magnus’s voice. “It’s okay. I’m okay. I know what she’s capable of, and next time I won’t hold back.”
“You held back?” Slade stood so quickly he almost lost his balance. “Why?”
“The main point was to get Sylvia safely away.” Magnus cupped Slade’s cheek. “We’re all home now, right?”
That touch, coupled with the word home, drained most of Slade’s anger. “Yes, we are.”
“Now we just have to convince Sylvia of that.” Magnus’s grin was rueful.
“And Logan, and Kir.” Slade rolled his eyes and grabbed the first aid kit. “Go sit. I want to take a look at that wound.”
“I’ve had worse.”
“I don’t give a shit. Move your ass, Mr. Tate.”
Magnus huffed out a laugh. “Yes, dear.”
Slade was going to kick the man’s ass. Like telling him that Magnus had
Morgan already had Sylvia and Sydney in the back of the van, the engine running as they waited for Magnus to return. Magnus got into the passenger seat and Morgan took off, the women silent and still behind them.
“You’re safe now.” He kept repeating that to himself, the visions of what Skadi could have done to Sylvia before he arrived rolling one after the other through his mind. “You’re safe.”
It was as much reassurance for him as it was for them.
When Morgan stepped into the condo, Slade didn’t know whether to be relieved or upset. He chose to go with upset when he realized that Morgan was supporting a wounded Magnus. “What happened?” He hurried over, ignoring the lingering twinges of pain, and took Magnus from Morgan. He might be shorter and more slender than Magnus, but he was still a damn horse shifter. He could easily take Magnus’s weight.
“Skadi was there.” Morgan looked back, and only then did Slade realize that Sylvia and Sydney were with them. Sylvia was limping, her expression pained, her shoes in her hand. “Sylvia twisted her ankle on the stairs when we ran for it.”
“What the hell was Skadi doing there? She sticks to her father’s country in Jotunheim. I can’t remember the last time she came to Midgard.” Slade eased Magnus onto the sofa, only then noticing the blood on his lover’s side. “She did this?”
Some of his cold fury must have seeped into his tone, because Morgan shot him a startled look. “Yes. She’s tough, tougher than I remembered.” Morgan helped Sydney settle Sylvia into an armchair near the fireplace, lifting her leg until her ankle rested on the coffee table. It was obviously swollen. “She held Magnus off, but he kept her occupied long enough for me to get Sylvia and Sydney out of the apartment.”
So his lover had sacrificed himself for their mate. Slade both approved and disapproved. He grumbled under his breath as he carefully eased the bloody shirt off Magnus. “That cut is deep.” Magnus didn’t heal the way Slade did. It would take time for the wound to close.
“She told me Odin sent her to deal with Logan.” Magnus winced as Slade used the bloody shirt to wipe some of his skin clean. “She’s still loyal to him, thinks he should still be the king of the gods.”
Slade scowled. “Kir holds Gungnir. He’s lord of the Aesir and Vanir now.”
“I know that, but the crazy lady doesn’t.”
Slade made a disgusted noise as he headed into the bathroom for the first-aid kit. He bent down and began rummaging through the cabinets, looking for the red bag Magnus kept under here. He’d become very familiar with that bag since moving in. Magnus broke it out every night, tending Slade’s still healing body. Even super jotun healing didn’t completely compensate for being skinned alive multiple times in one day. “Great. Wonderful. Now we have to worry about a new player in the game, one who can kick Magnus’s ass.”
“Hey, now.” Slade turned from the bathroom cabinet at the sound of Magnus’s voice. “It’s okay. I’m okay. I know what she’s capable of, and next time I won’t hold back.”
“You held back?” Slade stood so quickly he almost lost his balance. “Why?”
“The main point was to get Sylvia safely away.” Magnus cupped Slade’s cheek. “We’re all home now, right?”
That touch, coupled with the word home, drained most of Slade’s anger. “Yes, we are.”
“Now we just have to convince Sylvia of that.” Magnus’s grin was rueful.
“And Logan, and Kir.” Slade rolled his eyes and grabbed the first aid kit. “Go sit. I want to take a look at that wound.”
“I’ve had worse.”
“I don’t give a shit. Move your ass, Mr. Tate.”
Magnus huffed out a laugh. “Yes, dear.”
Slade was going to kick the man’s ass. Like telling him that Magnus had
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