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"Here to steal some fruit again?" asked Bryn.
It always came back to thievery. I'd never actually stolen anything from someone. Anything I'd ever taken was from someone who was dead. I'd taken things out of museums, out of tombs, but never out of anyone's actual hand. I had some morals.
Bryn finally noticed that Loki had slipped through her fingers. She looked up at the sky and screamed, or rather screeched, as his body dissipated into the clouds.
"Oh, let him go," said Siggy. "You two can poke each other with swords another day."
Bryn turned glaring eyes back on me like it had been my fault that she'd dropped her guard. "No human woman has breached this realm for three thousand years. How did you get here?"
"I …" I figured I'd start at the beginning. "It was a shipwreck. Over the
