THREE
MAGNI
“No!”
Annabel’s scream cut through my stupor and I jerked my head to the left. She was fighting tooth and nail in Modi’s bulky arms—whether to get to me and Saga or to claw Odin’s face off, I didn’t know, because her expression was caught somewhere between anguish and murderous rage.
“Don’t you dare put your hands on them, you senile piece of shi—”
Modi clamped a big hand across her mouth, shock plain on his face that the human omega had dared speak to the Allfather so crassly. He was growling orders to hush into her ear, but she was having exactly none of it.
I caught Saga’s eye and saw the fierce look of pride and the curve of his lip as our mate tossed her head back, catching Modi in the nose in her desperate attempt to come to our aid. We’d both expected our fated ome
