ELEVEN
“Thank the god and goddess and all the little sprites,” I said, heaving a sigh of relief. “I really do like them, but sometimes they’re a bit much.”
You should have sent them to Valhalla, as I suggested.
I’m not sure that I would even if I could. I’m going to need help with Loki, and I have a feeling they will be important in that regard.
Nonsense. I will take care of Loki.
The second the words hit my brain, I felt Ben eye me warily. I slid him a glance out of the corner of my eye. You did not just say that.
He sighed. “Unfortunately, I did. Are you now going to lecture me again about how you can take care of yourself?”
I laughed. “No. Oh, don’t get me wrong—I haven’t changed into a wimpy woman who can’t deal with her own problems, but even if I had the Vikingahärta, I am goi
