TWENTY-TWO
SAGA
Knowing where we were headed didn’t make the prospect of arriving there any less daunting. First and foremost, there was the fact that we were using one of our father’s “back doors” to enter into Asgard, an act I was fairly sure would be frowned upon, to say the least. Despite having Magni in tow—and therefore, an excuse—there would be no small amount of fury awaiting us, a pack of Jotunn interlopers, on the other side.
And then there was the undercurrent of dread to consider—the one that had been nipping at our heels since this ill-begotten journey began. Something wasn’t right here, and we all knew it. All of us save for perhaps Annabel.
How could she know? She’d been dropped into the middle of this mess completely unaware of the ins and outs of godly affairs. Hel, ev
