No one tried to stop me when I said I had to go. My news had left them lost and speechless. Pretty much how I felt all the time.
Without Heimdall, the gates to Asgard would be vulnerable and I felt certain Odin would have the Bridge highly guarded. And though I didn't fear him - I knew Odin cared for me - the last time we spoke he'd made it clear my decision to stay on Earth ensured Asgard would be closed to me forever.
I hoped that didn't include the Wheelhouse.
“I have to at least try," I told the stone cherub. All these one-sided conversations were making me despise the thing. Sometimes I imagined scratching its eyes out, to stop it from staring at me forever and ever.
But I closed my own eyes instead.
In my mind I pictured the Wheelhouse - Heimdall's vantage point from which he co
