TWENTY-SIX
ANNABEL
“There she is. How are you feeling, pet?”
The relaxed rumble against my back penetrated the hazy fog of sleep. Both bonds hummed contentedly in my chest, but I knew the speaker was Magni. Only he called me “pet.”
“Like a bulldozer ran me over. And then had s*x with my flattened corpse,” I croaked, wincing as I cracked my eyes open.
A rough hand cupped my cheek. “I’m sorry,” Saga murmured. “It was the only way.”
“Sure it was,” Bjarni’s voice rumbled from somewhere off the side, amusement lancing it.
“Shut. Up,” Magni snarled.
I rolled over, wincing at my protesting abdominal muscles, and met Saga’s soft gray eyes. Worry marked the corners, but his gaze was still light and brimming with happiness.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, because I knew he spoke the truth. Magni
