THIRTY
ANNABEL
The second I stepped through the doors leading back into the throne room, a pair of strong arms closed around me.
“Are you hurt? Is the baby hurt?” Modi demanded as a cool hand slid to my abdomen, dark, cautious power gently probing.
“I’m fine. We’re both fine,” I said.
“We felt you,” Magni rasped, the hoarseness in his voice betraying their terror for those moments we had been apart.
Freya? Grim inquired through our bond. I feel her… within you? How?
“I will explain later,” I murmured before turning back to Hel. She was leaning against the door frame, watching me surrounded by my worried mates with a sardonic slant to her lips.
“We will be leaving now,” I told her.
“I suppose you will,” she said, giving me a mocking bow before she reached out a hand. Dark magic plu
