TWENTY
ANNABEL
Ice-cold panic seized my spine when the giant of a man grabbed me by the upper arm. Rage flared from Saga’s end of our bond and he shot up out of his seat, already halfway across the table before Grim caught him by the shoulder and yanked him back.
“Will you keep your voice down? We’re not looking to share with all of Udgard,” Bjarni said, casually resting a hand on my hip. His warmth made my nerves simmer down just a smidge—even if the blatant intentions written all over the Jotunn’s face made my hackles rise.
“Udgardsloke isn’t going to be pleased if he hears you’ve kept an omega from him. You know he claims a stake in any omega snatch that crosses his halls,” Surtr said, not taking his eyes off me. It was like being watched by a predator—and yet it gave me none of the
