Modi jerked his head from his staring-contest with Bjarni, eyebrows reaching his hairline. “Truly? You truly found a way?” He looked so much like Magni with his red hair and strong jaw, yet the differences between them spoke of the half-blooded relationship they apparently shared. Where Magni’s eyes were forest green, Modi’s were sky blue, his features every inch as handsome but not as sharply cut. He looked like a clean-cut superhero—exactly what you’d imagine a Norse god to look like except for the red hair and lack of beard.
“I did,” Magni said, gently pushing me a step forward. “Do you know of Mimir’s prophecy about the woman who can unify the sons of gods in the face of Ragnarök?”
Modi raised an eyebrow, looking me over for the first time. “Tell me you didn’t mate a human omega on o
