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was the first one out of the clubhouse. Madge, Big Hoss's ol' lady, walked up to me, her arms folded about her chest. “I need to talk to you about your woman, Magnus.”
“Where is she?” I asked, scanning around the bar. She wasn't waiting with the other sheep, the barflies that were attracted to the lifestyle and dangerous men, each hoping to be an ol' lady.
“In the parking lot,” Madge answered.
“There's some suit out there with her,” Wanda Jean, a young barfly that had tried to entice me with her poisoned honey on more than one occasion, blurted out, “and she seemed mighty sweet on him.”
“What?” I asked.
“Yeah, that's what I wanted to tell you, though more delicately than some.” Madge shot a hard look at Wanda Jean. “Sorry, Magnus.”
My long strides carried me across the bar. My stomach twisted. Who could be out there talking with Raven? And what did Wanda Jean mean “Raven seemed sweet on him.” Raven wasn't that type of girl. And who did she know that wore suits?
Was it Odin?
I threw open the bar door. I staggered. A handsome man in a suit had his arms wrapped around Raven, and his lips locked against hers. Raven broke away from the man, almost falling back, her face scarlet.
“Magnus,” she squeaked when she saw me.
“What is going on?” I demanded as I pounded across the pavement. Who was this man in the tailored suit? He wasn't Odin. He had two eyes. They fixed on me, a triumphant smile on his lips. I snarled and lunged for him.
“Magnus!” Raven shouted. “Stop!”
My hands went to seize the man, but he somehow slithered out of the way. “What the fuck do you think you're doing to my woman?”
“Magnus,” Raven repeated. “That's Loki.”
My fist clenched harder. In Utgard, Raven had been breathy after Loki visited her in the house while I was out scouting in the snow. Had he kissed her then, too? The wolf snarled inside of me. I wanted to put on the wolf's cloak and tear this bastard apart.
“Raven, it was nice seeing you again,” Loki said and vanished.
“Magnus.” Raven grabbed my arm. “Calm down.”
I turned on her, my blood screaming through my veins. “Calm down? You were kissing him.”
Raven flinched. Her eyes were red, her cheeks stained with tears. “He...kissed me. I pushed away. I did. You just...came out at the wrong moment.”
“Is there a right moment to see your woman kissing another man?” I demanded.
The bar doors opened. My club and the women spilled out, watching us.
“It's not like that,” Raven protested. “Okay?”
“Right,” I sneered.
She drew herself up. “You have to believe me, Magnus. He kissed me. I didn't want him to.”
She lied. Her nipples were hard. Her cheeks flushed. My fist clenched. How could this happen?
“And what did he want? Besides trying to steal you away from me?” My words came out as a snarl.
Raven didn't flinch. “To tell me what Odin is really up to. Not that you care. You're too busy with your club. ”
The way she said it, implying that damned word— silly . I wanted to seize her shoulders and shake her until she understood.
“Those are my brothers.” I pointed. “They mean as much to me as you do. And they're hurting. They are in trouble. I have a responsibility to them. We are going to war. I do not need you distracting me.”
“I'm only trying to save your life,” she threw back. “Maybe you'll care about that.”
“What?” I demanded.
“Sol was killed, swallowed up by the wolf Skoll. If I don't find the Sun's Tear and restore Sol to life, Odin will take away my fires.” She held her arms up, they were covered in goosebumps. “I'm cold right now. He's already stolen some of my fires. And when they're gone, you die.”
I froze. “Odin told you he would kill me if you didn't find the Sun's Tear?”
“No,” she admitted. “He told me that Sol was the embodiment of the sun and the source of my fire. With her dead, my power dwindles. It was Loki that told me the
“Where is she?” I asked, scanning around the bar. She wasn't waiting with the other sheep, the barflies that were attracted to the lifestyle and dangerous men, each hoping to be an ol' lady.
“In the parking lot,” Madge answered.
“There's some suit out there with her,” Wanda Jean, a young barfly that had tried to entice me with her poisoned honey on more than one occasion, blurted out, “and she seemed mighty sweet on him.”
“What?” I asked.
“Yeah, that's what I wanted to tell you, though more delicately than some.” Madge shot a hard look at Wanda Jean. “Sorry, Magnus.”
My long strides carried me across the bar. My stomach twisted. Who could be out there talking with Raven? And what did Wanda Jean mean “Raven seemed sweet on him.” Raven wasn't that type of girl. And who did she know that wore suits?
Was it Odin?
I threw open the bar door. I staggered. A handsome man in a suit had his arms wrapped around Raven, and his lips locked against hers. Raven broke away from the man, almost falling back, her face scarlet.
“Magnus,” she squeaked when she saw me.
“What is going on?” I demanded as I pounded across the pavement. Who was this man in the tailored suit? He wasn't Odin. He had two eyes. They fixed on me, a triumphant smile on his lips. I snarled and lunged for him.
“Magnus!” Raven shouted. “Stop!”
My hands went to seize the man, but he somehow slithered out of the way. “What the fuck do you think you're doing to my woman?”
“Magnus,” Raven repeated. “That's Loki.”
My fist clenched harder. In Utgard, Raven had been breathy after Loki visited her in the house while I was out scouting in the snow. Had he kissed her then, too? The wolf snarled inside of me. I wanted to put on the wolf's cloak and tear this bastard apart.
“Raven, it was nice seeing you again,” Loki said and vanished.
“Magnus.” Raven grabbed my arm. “Calm down.”
I turned on her, my blood screaming through my veins. “Calm down? You were kissing him.”
Raven flinched. Her eyes were red, her cheeks stained with tears. “He...kissed me. I pushed away. I did. You just...came out at the wrong moment.”
“Is there a right moment to see your woman kissing another man?” I demanded.
The bar doors opened. My club and the women spilled out, watching us.
“It's not like that,” Raven protested. “Okay?”
“Right,” I sneered.
She drew herself up. “You have to believe me, Magnus. He kissed me. I didn't want him to.”
She lied. Her nipples were hard. Her cheeks flushed. My fist clenched. How could this happen?
“And what did he want? Besides trying to steal you away from me?” My words came out as a snarl.
Raven didn't flinch. “To tell me what Odin is really up to. Not that you care. You're too busy with your club. ”
The way she said it, implying that damned word— silly . I wanted to seize her shoulders and shake her until she understood.
“Those are my brothers.” I pointed. “They mean as much to me as you do. And they're hurting. They are in trouble. I have a responsibility to them. We are going to war. I do not need you distracting me.”
“I'm only trying to save your life,” she threw back. “Maybe you'll care about that.”
“What?” I demanded.
“Sol was killed, swallowed up by the wolf Skoll. If I don't find the Sun's Tear and restore Sol to life, Odin will take away my fires.” She held her arms up, they were covered in goosebumps. “I'm cold right now. He's already stolen some of my fires. And when they're gone, you die.”
I froze. “Odin told you he would kill me if you didn't find the Sun's Tear?”
“No,” she admitted. “He told me that Sol was the embodiment of the sun and the source of my fire. With her dead, my power dwindles. It was Loki that told me the
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