SIXTEEN
ANNABEL
It was like mountains colliding on top of me.
The three Lokisson brothers charged at Magni, slamming into him full-force. Above his shoulder a sword gleamed, and I screamed.
“Stop! You might hurt her!” Saga snarled from somewhere above me. He gripped the sword-slinger by the wrist, staying his hand.
Someone else kicked Magni square in the side, finally getting him off me. The injured god rolled, groaned on impact, and fought to get back up, but Bjarni planted a heavy boot on his back and shoved him back down on his stomach, raising his axe above his head with a snarl.
“No! Don’t!” The words were out of my throat before I could even think them, my heart slamming into overdrive. Everything had happened so suddenly, my emotions were still in a tailspin from the softness
