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almost broke me last time. This isn't fair.”
“Life seldom is,” Loki whispered, his hand stroking my back.
I closed my eyes as he cradled me against his chest. Maybe I could trust Loki. His heart beat against my cheek.
“But remember, you have a choice. There is a reason Odin does not want you to hear the prophecy.”
I froze. “Yes, you mentioned something. The words were...a little confusing. Something about using it as a weapon and...slaying my master.” I lifted my face to look at Loki. “You mean, I can kill Odin?”
The Sun's Tear is a powerful artifact. It can restore Sol's life and let the Aesir continue to have their power and control mankind from the shadows, or you can break the chains. Free yourself, your cousin and sister Valkyries, and all of mankind from Odin and the other gods' plotting.”
“Aren't you one of the gods?”
“I was never very good at it,” he admitted. “I'm a trickster god. Controlling the fates of billions is no fun. Besides, someone had to be their villain, to heap all the blame and misfortune upon.”
“Maybe...you are a hero,” I whispered.
I could save Magnus. I could free us both. I just had to find the Tear and use it as a weapon. I could kill Odin and break our chains. The one-eyed god let my parents die so I would fulfill the prophecy. Wolf-orphaned daughter. That was why he didn't need my parents any longer. They had to die. Loki was right.
Loki may claim to tell lies, but everything he told me was the truth.
“Do you really think I could be a hero?” Loki asked after a moment. His eyes grew sad. “Do you think there is something about me that is good? That I'm worth being saved?”
“Yes,” I nodded. My heart beat faster. He was broken inside. This poor man. Had he been convinced he was a villain? Odin probably always told him he was worthless. Manipulating poor Loki the same way he did with me. “You helped me get out of Utgard. You've given me a way to save Magnus. You, Loki, are good. You can be a hero if you want to be.”
A smile crossed his lips, not hungry or confident, but one of pure joy. His mask had slipped off his handsome face. I stared into the eyes of the true man and his vulnerable heart. My breath quickened. I wanted to take away his pain.
If only I hadn't met Magnus first, I could—
Loki kissed me. His lips were hot on mine.
Chapter Seven
Magnus
I glanced at the clubhouse door again. I wanted to rush out there and talk to Raven. I had to know what Odin told her and make her understand that the club's importance in my life didn't make my love for her less. But things were happening. I was the club president. I had responsibilities.
As free as I was, even I had chains that bound me to my brothers. They were chains I willingly accepted and I wouldn't willingly break them. She had to understand that. It didn't mean I didn't love her.
I would make her understand.
“I think that's all the details,” I said, standing. I was impatient to go to her. “Thomas, take the men you need and get the guns. We'll meet at the garage in an hour and get ready.”
Thomas nodded as he folded up his map.
My brothers were excited, eager for blood. They were wolves, and wolves didn't roll over when they were attacked. Wolves hunted down their enemy and made sure they could never be hurt again. The Blood Eagles should have followed the truce. Griff would regret this until the day he died.
Which might be tonight.
My dad taught me to never start a fight. “When you throw the first punch, you've already proven the weakness of your argument,” he had told me when I was a youth, a cigarette clenched in the corner of his mouth. “Threats and violence are always tools for the weak. But if your opponent throws the first blow, son, you make sure he can't throw a second. If you are forced to violence, make it overwhelming violence. Make sure your enemy understands the full strength of your arguments.”
It was time to educate the Blood Eagles.
I
“Life seldom is,” Loki whispered, his hand stroking my back.
I closed my eyes as he cradled me against his chest. Maybe I could trust Loki. His heart beat against my cheek.
“But remember, you have a choice. There is a reason Odin does not want you to hear the prophecy.”
I froze. “Yes, you mentioned something. The words were...a little confusing. Something about using it as a weapon and...slaying my master.” I lifted my face to look at Loki. “You mean, I can kill Odin?”
The Sun's Tear is a powerful artifact. It can restore Sol's life and let the Aesir continue to have their power and control mankind from the shadows, or you can break the chains. Free yourself, your cousin and sister Valkyries, and all of mankind from Odin and the other gods' plotting.”
“Aren't you one of the gods?”
“I was never very good at it,” he admitted. “I'm a trickster god. Controlling the fates of billions is no fun. Besides, someone had to be their villain, to heap all the blame and misfortune upon.”
“Maybe...you are a hero,” I whispered.
I could save Magnus. I could free us both. I just had to find the Tear and use it as a weapon. I could kill Odin and break our chains. The one-eyed god let my parents die so I would fulfill the prophecy. Wolf-orphaned daughter. That was why he didn't need my parents any longer. They had to die. Loki was right.
Loki may claim to tell lies, but everything he told me was the truth.
“Do you really think I could be a hero?” Loki asked after a moment. His eyes grew sad. “Do you think there is something about me that is good? That I'm worth being saved?”
“Yes,” I nodded. My heart beat faster. He was broken inside. This poor man. Had he been convinced he was a villain? Odin probably always told him he was worthless. Manipulating poor Loki the same way he did with me. “You helped me get out of Utgard. You've given me a way to save Magnus. You, Loki, are good. You can be a hero if you want to be.”
A smile crossed his lips, not hungry or confident, but one of pure joy. His mask had slipped off his handsome face. I stared into the eyes of the true man and his vulnerable heart. My breath quickened. I wanted to take away his pain.
If only I hadn't met Magnus first, I could—
Loki kissed me. His lips were hot on mine.
Chapter Seven
Magnus
I glanced at the clubhouse door again. I wanted to rush out there and talk to Raven. I had to know what Odin told her and make her understand that the club's importance in my life didn't make my love for her less. But things were happening. I was the club president. I had responsibilities.
As free as I was, even I had chains that bound me to my brothers. They were chains I willingly accepted and I wouldn't willingly break them. She had to understand that. It didn't mean I didn't love her.
I would make her understand.
“I think that's all the details,” I said, standing. I was impatient to go to her. “Thomas, take the men you need and get the guns. We'll meet at the garage in an hour and get ready.”
Thomas nodded as he folded up his map.
My brothers were excited, eager for blood. They were wolves, and wolves didn't roll over when they were attacked. Wolves hunted down their enemy and made sure they could never be hurt again. The Blood Eagles should have followed the truce. Griff would regret this until the day he died.
Which might be tonight.
My dad taught me to never start a fight. “When you throw the first punch, you've already proven the weakness of your argument,” he had told me when I was a youth, a cigarette clenched in the corner of his mouth. “Threats and violence are always tools for the weak. But if your opponent throws the first blow, son, you make sure he can't throw a second. If you are forced to violence, make it overwhelming violence. Make sure your enemy understands the full strength of your arguments.”
It was time to educate the Blood Eagles.
I
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