NINETEEN
SAGA
I had to give Annabel credit—for a woman her size, she put up a Hel of a fight when it dawned on her what Bjarni’s plan was.
In the end, though, it didn’t matter. My blond brother was much faster and much stronger than her, and he simply pinned her down on the forest floor as he rubbed deer droppings in her armpits, hair, backs of knees, and inner thighs while she kicked and cussed and promised him a lifetime of misery.
She spent the rest of the walk quietly seething, only offering Bjarni the filthiest of glares whenever he tried to charm his way back into her good graces.
I didn’t mind, though. His plan actually worked; she no longer smelled tantalizingly like omega and Annabel. And—instead of walking by his side as she had since I lost my temper with her—she stayed nea
