CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Thor walked hand-in-hand with the woman in white robes, being led across the small island, trance-like. Beside him, his Legion brothers were led by others. They passed through a low, arched doorway and into a round, white building in the center of the island, and as Thor came out the other side, he was in a circular, open-air courtyard, covered in grass and planted with an exotic fruit orchard. He tried to process what was going on, but was not in his right mind. He wanted to resist, but as the woman led him, he was helpless at her touch, at the feel of her skin, the smell of her hair. She was intoxicating.
Most of all, there was the sound of that music—it never stopped ringing in his ears, luring him in—it would have made him do anything she wanted. Some dim part of h
