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have
to make everything so complicated?
    “You can take the first shower,” I offered.
“I’ll whip up a batch of Henrik’s Swedish pancakes, and we can be
at my brother’s within an hour.”
    Forse bent to kiss the top of my head. “You
sure you’re up to this?”
    “I’m Asgard’s only Unifier,” I reminded him.
“Nobody can do this for me. If I stay behind, it increases the
likelihood one of you will get hurt. And I can’t let that
happen.”
    “If you feel like any of this is too
much—”
    I covered Forse’s lips with one finger. It
took everything I had to ignore the electricity that sparked
beneath my digit. “Get in the shower. I’ll try not to eat all the
pancakes before you come out.”
    Forse stared at me for a long moment. I let
my hand fall as I pushed calm into the energy center trying to leap
from my chest. When my heart rate was respectable, I sent a wave of
peace at Forse. His fear dimmed considerably. I held his gaze as he
came to a decision.
    “You’re honestly okay with all of this,” he
assessed.
    “I have to get my feet wet sometime.” I
shrugged. “It might as well be today.”
    Forse nodded. “I’ll be with you every step of
the way.”
    “I know you will. Now get in the shower,
Justice.” I shoved him toward the bathroom. “I’ve got pancakes to
cook.”
    Without looking back, I moved cheerfully
toward the kitchen and pulled out eggs, flour, sugar and milk,
whipping the ingredients together. It wasn’t until I heard the
sound of running water that I permitted myself one short burst of
nerves. I braced my palms on the counter, and dropped my chin to my
chest. Anxiety tore through me, spiking my heart rate and sending
prickles of sweat along my brow.
    What the Hel have I gotten myself into?

CHAPTER
FOUR
     
     
    “ I DON’T CARE HOW immortal metabolisms work. I know you, Tyr Fredriksen, and
you’re going to get hungry. Just take the sandwiches already!” Mia
stood in the clearing in front of the Arcata cabin, one hand on her
hip, the other staunchly yielding a brown paper bag. Her chin was
raised in a characteristic display of stubbornness. If I wasn’t so
in-tune to energy, I’d have believed she was annoyed. But behind
Mia’s insistence was vulnerability. She worried for Tyr’s safety,
and she was frustrated at her inability to fix things. Making food
was her way of being a part of this mission.
    “Thank you, Mia.” I gently removed the bag
from her hands. “Your sandwiches are always the best. And you’re
right, we’re going to be starving in a few hours, and Svartalfheim
isn’t the most hospitable realm. These will come in handy.”
    Mia’s shoulders relaxed. “If you want, I can
go back and make a few extras. I only packed one batch of brownies,
but I could whip up another in forty minutes.”
    Tyr
grabbed her arm as she backed toward the house, his black T-shirt
pulling taut at the movement. “ Prinsessa ,” he rumbled. “We’ll be back before you
know it. Have I ever lied to you?”
    Mia
stared up at him. “‘ Mia, I’m an exchange student from
Sweden, not an immortal war god with a whole heap of monsters
trying to kill me.’ Sound
familiar?”
    “You’ll never let that go, will you?”
    “Nope.”
    Tyr used
the pad of his thumb to free Mia’s bottom lip from between her
teeth. “Listen, baby, when we get home, we’re going to be really hungry. I’ll bet
your famous pot roast would make a lot of gods happy. What do you
say?”
    Mia’s eyes lit up. “I say get ready to be
amazed. I’ve got a new marinade that’s going to knock your socks
off.”
    “That’s my girl.” Tyr wrapped one arm around
her waist and pulled her into him. She closed her eyes as he lifted
her so her face was level with his, then gave her a kiss that left
more than just the mortal blushing.
    “Enough already,” Henrik groaned. “You’re
showing the rest of us up.”
    “Speak for yourself.” Brynn threw her arms
around Henrik’s neck and planted an