FOURTEEN
SAGA
The one good thing about the bond thrumming in my chest night and day, forcing me to open my soul to the stubborn human I’d claimed, was that it made it so much easier to manipulate her.
I didn’t shoot lightning from my fingers like Thor’s redheaded bastard—my magic was subtler.
Loki had many children, many I’d never even met and all of whom had inherited something from the god of trickery that sired us. For Grim, it was his guile and lethal darkness. For Bjarni, his ability to make a friend out of any enemy. And I… I’d received the gift of deceit.
I hadn’t thought of using it on Annabel, not at first. She was just a human after all, and there’d been no need.
But that was before f*****g Magni had ruined everything, and now—now our plan’s survival relied on my ability to
