“We need to talk," I told Loki, rising from my chair.
“I thought you didn't want to talk," he said, pointing out I'd denied him the chance to explain himself.
“Things change," I muttered.
“Fine, my office," he said nodding down the hall, his lips a tight, thin line.
“Thanks for the drink, Persephone," I said. She gave a soft wave as I followed Loki to his office. When we were inside, he shut the door. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as I heard the lock click.
“Gen, I want to…"
I whipped around and held up and hand. Loki closed his mouth. “I know you have something to say but I'm not ready to hear it," I said.
Loki sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. His eyes hardened and he composed himself quickly. Loki strode around his desk and sat down. He leaned back ca
