“You Remember," Odin's low, rumbly voice whispered in my mind. I Remembered now, how it felt when he spoke with my cheek pressed to his chest.
I nodded.
Lucy squeezed my hand, then let go. “May I speak?" she asked of Odin. He nodded and gestured for her to begin.
“I want to speak on behalf of the one person who ever gave a damn about me. The only person I loved besides my own mother and sister - Desolation."
“Don't." My voice rasped through my throat, suddenly thick with tears.
Odin placed a large hand on my shoulder, as if saying wait, be still.
“You can't," I said in a louder voice. She couldn't speak for me. She couldn't still love me. Not after…Not after everything I'd done. “I Became a demon, the daughter of my father." I looked at Lucy then, willing her to see just how unworth
